Luyện nghe bài hát Legit Ballers

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

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

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 understand me, "Boy, you gon' die just like your daddy
From two to the head, in the riverbed
I didn't to you so badly

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

Drama's all in the game, gang 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
a Trax beat, hit the crib and puff on a sweet
And let 'em feel something deep, so the realest can feel
How I felt right before I bust steel
Rappin' 'bout my of skrill
And the everyday of a nigga in the chill

Come on and take a trip with 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 little bud and get away)

on and take a little trip 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 full of
Take a match and spark up a bud and get blown away)

shit I've been tokin' is potent
Got me straight thinkin' about takin' 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] that he can
Puttin' on table is an everyday strain
But now I did finally flip my shit
And workin' a different of the game
Even though my ain't changed

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

But I put on the foe
I'ma flow 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 through this Chi-Town
With my mobsta elites on the way to North Mall
Givin' thanks to the all for givin' me a where to ball at
Keepin' shit for y'all

Come on and take a little trip with a legit
Chi
(Shot up the chrome and swang)
all up in the wall
(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 legit
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)

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

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

Bustin' shots in every
A nigga stop a moment 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 cheese from blows
can hurt me or run thugsta greed, GDs or foes
Workin' the spot we need some clothes
Who ever thought I'd be making off of my CDs and shows

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

Now I fin' to spend at the mall
Bend the blocks on barbers, hopin' my profits 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 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 full of
Take a match and spark up a bud and get blown away)

Come on and take a little trip with a legit
Chi
(Shot up the and let's swang)
all up in the wall
(Some bitches in the back and a pocket full of
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 ride out with my Mobstas
If on, I gotta ride out with my Mobstas
Mobstas,
If it's on, I gotta out with my Mobstas
(Mobstas)