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' look so
Especially when you ain't gotta your shit

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

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 die just like your daddy
two to the head, dumped in the riverbed
I to hurt you so badly

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

all in the game, whether gang bang or slang
I had to do my
When the shots rang, that's when it clicks in my
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 beat, hit the crib and puff on a sweet
And let 'em feel something deep, so the realest can feel
How I right before I bust that steel
Rappin' 'bout my life of
And the struggles of a nigga in the chill

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

Come on and a little 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
a match and spark up a little bud and get blown away)

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

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

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

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

deep through this Chi-Town streets
With my mobsta elites on the way to North Riverside
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 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 and spark up a little 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 of scratch
a match and spark up a little bud and get blown away)

On the bus in disgust, will I able to 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 of mind? That nigga had to have the roll
Be sold or be poor up in these streets
Or with the playin' for you Mr. Reaper
Forgive those, I explode C 4, so give me 50 feet

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

My crib got gats in the hall, steady crawl
Roaches comin' out the cracks in the
On the tip, bust it with my to the wall
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, my profits stack a bit taller
Twista a.k.a "The Bitch Caller", your money to the mob
Just to be a talker

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 full of scratch
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 chrome and swang)
Tigers all up in the
(Some bitches in the and a pocket full of scratch
Take a and spark up a little bud and get blown away)

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