Luyện nghe bài hát Legit Ballers

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

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

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

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

Drama's all in the game, whether gang or slang
I had to do my
the shots rang, that's when it clicks in my brain
All the shit's the same, my nigga need a

I had to get off out streets to get you out your seat
Flip a Trax beat, hit the crib and on a sweet
And let 'em feel deep, deep so the realest can feel
How I felt before I bust that steel
'bout 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 full of scratch
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 of scratch
Take a match and up a little bud and get blown away)

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

No face straps [unverified] thinkin' he can
Puttin' food on table is an everyday
But now I did finally my shit legit
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 riches 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 I got no choice or better yet no voice
But still by that time I to write enough rhymes
To own a fleet, estate with a Rolls Royce

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

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

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

On the bus in disgust, will I 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 for my baby and my mother
Straight up

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

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

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 making money off of my CDs and

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

Now I fin' to spend stacks at the
Bend the blocks on barbers, hopin' my stack a bit taller
a.k.a "The Bitch 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 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 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)

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