Luyện nghe bài hát Legit Ballers

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

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

A nigga been hustlin' so long, God knows done so much wrong
I was 16 and holdin' chrome, servin' 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 didn't to you so badly

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

all in the game, whether gang bang or slang
I had to do my
When the shots rang, that's when it 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 beat, hit the crib and puff on a sweet
And let 'em feel something deep, so the realest can feel
How I felt right I bust that steel
Rappin' 'bout my of skrill
And the everyday struggles of a in the chill

Come on and take a little 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 bud and get blown away)

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

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

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

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

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, estate with a Rolls Royce

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

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

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

On the bus in disgust, I able to throw rocks in my pocket?
Nickel sacks in the
For po po's who watch, stop, it's hot
But I gotta make a profit for my and my mother
Straight up

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

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

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

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

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

Come on and take a 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)

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

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