Luyện nghe bài hát Legit Ballers

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

You what 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 understand me, "Boy, you gon' die just like your daddy
two to the head, dumped in the riverbed
I didn't to hurt you so

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

all in the game, whether gang bang or slang
I had to do my
When the shots rang, when 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 crib and on a sweet
And let 'em feel something deep, deep so the can feel
How I felt right I bust that steel
Rappin' my life 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 and let's swang)
all up in the wall
(Some bitches in the back and a full of scratch
a match 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)
Tigers all up in the
(Some bitches in the back and a pocket 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 sunroof half-way
Countercode with the in close range
I guess he gotta aim and stick a few in the nigga's brain

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

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

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

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

Come on and take a trip with a legit 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)

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

On the bus in disgust, will I able to rocks in my pocket?
sacks in the other
For po po's who watch, stop, it's hot
But I gotta make a profit for my baby and my
up hustler

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

Bustin' shots in directions
A nigga stop a moment getting made
I done witnessed public aid, get sprayed, the tip raise
And Momma cry, Why my bills won't get

If I have to, I'ma send cheese blows
can hurt me or run thugsta greed, GDs or foes
Workin' the spot we need some clothes
Who ever thought I'd be 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 back to the
Work my way up to an ounce, now I'm to a ball

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

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 full of
Take a and spark up a little bud and get blown away)

on and take 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
Take a match and up a little bud and get blown away)

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