Luyện nghe bài hát Legit Ballers

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

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

A nigga been hustlin' so long, God knows I've 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 your daddy
two to the head, dumped in the riverbed
I to hurt you so badly

I was young and
Fast life of the money and hoes that it brung
Had a clip full of hollows to bring your sorrow
But now regret what done

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

I had to get off out these streets to get you out 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 right before I bust that steel
'bout my life of skrill
And the struggles of a nigga in the chill

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 of scratch
Take a and spark up a little bud and get blown 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 and a pocket full of scratch
Take a match and up a little bud and get blown away)

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

No face straps thinkin' that he can
Puttin' food on table is an everyday
But now I did finally flip my shit
And workin' a different of the game
though my hussle ain't changed

I'm still prayin' my best to overcome my pain
Singin' tapes of
The roads to riches longer than the freight train
And little stop keep 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 write 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
Givin' thanks to the all for givin' me a legit to ball at
shit tight for y'all

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 and a pocket 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 chrome and 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 rocks in my pocket?
Nickel sacks in the
For po who watch, can't stop, it's hot
But I gotta make a profit for my and my mother
Straight up

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

Bustin' in every directions
A nigga a moment from getting made
I done witnessed 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 me or run thugsta greed, GDs or foes
Workin' the spot 'cause we need clothes
Who thought I'd be making money off of my CDs and shows

My crib got gats in the hall, rats crawl
Roaches 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 stacks at the
Bend the on barbers, hopin' my profits 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 trip with a legit
Chi
(Shot up the chrome and swang)
Tigers all up in the
(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 little with a legit balla
Chi
(Shot up the and let's swang)
Tigers all up in the
(Some bitches in the and a pocket full of scratch
Take a match and spark up a little bud and get away)

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