Luyện nghe bài hát Legit Ballers

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

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

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

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, whether bang or slang
I had to do my
When the rang, that's when it clicks in my brain
All the the same, my nigga need a change

I had to get off out these streets to get you out your
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 before I that steel
'bout my life of skrill
And the everyday of a nigga 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 full 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 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)

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

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

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

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

Rollin' deep 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
shit tight for y'all

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 full of scratch
a match and spark 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 in the back and a pocket full of scratch
Take a match and spark up a 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, can't stop, hot
But I gotta make a for my baby and my mother
up hustler

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

Bustin' shots in every
A nigga stop a moment from 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 thugsta greed, GDs or
Workin' the spot 'cause we need some
Who ever I'd be making money off of my CDs and shows

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

Now I to spend stacks at the mall
Bend the blocks on barbers, 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 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 legit
Chi
(Shot up the and let's 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)

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