Luyện nghe bài hát Legit Ballers

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

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

A nigga hustlin' 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 just like daddy
From two to the head, in the riverbed
I didn't to you so badly

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

Drama's all in the game, whether 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 a change

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

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 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)
all up in the wall
(Some bitches in the back and a pocket of scratch
a match and spark up a little bud and get blown away)

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

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

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

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

Rollin' deep this Chi-Town streets
With my elites on the way to North Riverside Mall
thanks to the all for givin' me a legit 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 bitches in the back and a pocket full of
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 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 throw rocks in my
sacks in the other
For po po's who watch, can't stop, hot
But I gotta a profit for my baby 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 city streets
Or the pistol playin' for you Mr. Reaper
Forgive those, I explode like C 4, so give me 50

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

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

My got gats in the hall, rats steady crawl
Roaches comin' out the 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 spend stacks at the
Bend the blocks on barbers, my profits stack a bit taller
Twista a.k.a "The Bitch Caller", bring money 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)
all up in the wall
(Some in the back and a pocket full 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)
Tigers all up in the
(Some bitches in the back and a pocket full of
Take a match and spark up a bud and get blown away)

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