Luyện nghe bài hát Legit Ballers

Once another Trax productions
Rush for the 9-8, mobsta
it a shame how we make ballin' look so sweet
Especially when you ain't gotta hide your

You know I'm sayin', you can just ball for free
Campaignin' your in a legit demonstration
And gotta incarceration
Eh yo, Liffy Stokes, let 'em know what's

A nigga been so long, God knows I've done so much wrong
I was 16 grown and holdin' chrome, blows, we in' zones
My mom didn't understand me, "Boy, you gon' die like your daddy
From two to the head, in the riverbed
I to hurt you so badly

I was young and
Fast sprung of the money and hoes that it brung
Had a clip full of hollows to bring your momma
But now regret I've done

Drama's all in the game, whether gang bang or
I had to do my
When the shots rang, that's it clicks in my brain
All the shit's the same, my nigga need a

I had to get off out these streets to get you out seat
Flip a Trax beat, hit the and puff on a sweet
And let 'em feel something deep, so the realest can feel
How I felt right I bust that steel
'bout my life of skrill
And the struggles of a nigga in the chill

Come on and take a trip with a legit balla
Chi
(Shot up the and let's swang)
Tigers all up in the
(Some bitches in the back and a full of scratch
Take a match and spark up a bud and get blown away)

Come on and take a little trip with a balla
Chi
(Shot up the chrome and swang)
Tigers all up in the
(Some bitches in the and a pocket full of scratch
Take a and spark up a little bud and get blown away)

This shit been tokin' is potent
Got me straight thinkin' about Mary Jane and eloping
Blowin' smoke with the half-way opened
Countercode with the in close range
I guess he gotta aim and stick a few in the nigga's brain

No face straps [unverified] thinkin' he can
food on table is an everyday strain
But now I did flip my shit legit
And a different angle of the game
Even my hussle ain't changed

I'm still prayin' my best to overcome my pain
tapes of Cain
The roads to riches seems longer than the train
And every little stop keep a nigga to plot
On the paper you done gain you drain

But I put on the foe
I'ma flow 'til I got no choice or better yet no
But still by that I hope to write enough rhymes
To own a fleet, real estate with a Rolls

Rollin' through this Chi-Town streets
With my mobsta elites on the way to Riverside Mall
Givin' thanks to the all for givin' me a legit to ball at
Keepin' tight for y'all

Come on and a little trip with a legit balla
Chi
(Shot up the chrome and swang)
all up in the wall
(Some bitches in the and a pocket full of scratch
Take a and spark up a little bud and get blown away)

Come on and take a trip with a legit balla
Chi
(Shot up the chrome and swang)
all up in the wall
(Some bitches in the back and a full of scratch
Take a match and spark up a little bud and get away)

On the bus in disgust, will I able to throw in my pocket?
sacks in the other
For po who watch, can't stop, it's hot
But I gotta make a for my baby and my mother
Straight up

What's the mental of mind? That nigga had to have the roll
Be sold or be poor up in these city
Or with the playin' for you Mr. Reaper
Forgive those, I explode like C 4, so give me 50

Bustin' shots in every
A nigga stop a moment from made
I done witnessed aid, people get sprayed, the tip raise
And cry, Why my bills won't get paid

If I have to, send cheese from blows
can hurt me or run thugsta greed, GDs or foes
Workin' the spot 'cause we need clothes
Who ever I'd be making money off of my CDs and shows

My crib got gats in the hall, steady crawl
comin' out the cracks in the wall
On the tip, bust it my back to the wall
my way up to an ounce, now I'm back to a ball

Now I fin' to spend at the mall
the blocks on barbers, hopin' my profits stack a bit taller
Twista a.k.a "The Caller", bring your money to the mob
Just to be a pimp-shit

Come on and take a little trip a legit balla
Chi
(Shot up the and let's swang)
Tigers all up in the
(Some bitches in the back and a pocket of scratch
Take a match and spark up a bud and get blown away)

Come on and a little trip with a legit balla
Chi
(Shot up the chrome and swang)
Tigers all up in the
(Some bitches in the back and a pocket of scratch
Take a match and spark up a little bud and get away)

If it's on, I gotta ride out with my
It it's on, then I gotta ride out the Mobstas
If on, I gotta ride out with my Mobstas
If it's on, I ride out with my Mobstas
Mobstas,
If on, I gotta ride out with my Mobstas
(Mobstas)