Luyện nghe bài hát Legit Ballers

Once again another Trax
Rush for the 9-8, elites
Ain't it a how we make ballin' look so sweet
when you ain't gotta hide your shit

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

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

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

Drama's all in the game, gang bang or slang
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 streets to get you out your seat
Flip a Trax beat, hit the crib and on a sweet
And let 'em something deep, deep so the realest can feel
How I felt right before I that steel
Rappin' 'bout my of skrill
And the everyday of a nigga in the chill

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

Come on and take a little trip 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)

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

No face [unverified] thinkin' that he can
food on table is an everyday strain
But now I did finally my shit legit
And workin' a different of the game
Even though my hussle changed

I'm still prayin' my best presence to overcome my
Singin' of Cain
The to riches seems longer than the freight train
And every little stop keep a tryin' to plot
On the paper you done until you drain

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

Rollin' deep through this streets
With my mobsta on the way to North Riverside Mall
Givin' to the all for givin' me a legit where to ball at
shit tight for y'all

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 and a pocket full of scratch
a match and spark up a little 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 full of
a match and spark up a little bud and get blown away)

On the bus in disgust, will I able to throw rocks in my
Nickel in the other
For po po's who watch, can't stop, hot
But I gotta make a profit for my baby and my
up hustler

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

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

If I have to, send cheese from blows
Nobody can hurt me or run greed, GDs or foes
the spot 'cause we need some clothes
Who ever I'd be making money off of my CDs and shows

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

Now I to spend stacks at the mall
the blocks on barbers, hopin' my profits stack a bit taller
Twista a.k.a "The Bitch Caller", your money to the mob
Just to be a talker

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

Come on and take a little with a legit balla
Chi
(Shot up the and let's 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)

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