Luyện nghe bài hát Legit Ballers

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

You know what I'm sayin', you can just ball for
Campaignin' your nation in a legit
And face 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 chrome, servin' blows, we in' zones
My mom didn't me, "Boy, you gon' die just like your daddy
From two to the head, dumped in the
I didn't to you so badly

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

Drama's all in the game, whether bang or slang
I had to do my
the shots 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 to get you out your seat
a Trax beat, hit the crib and puff on a sweet
And let 'em something deep, deep so the realest can feel
How I felt right before I bust that
Rappin' 'bout my of skrill
And the everyday struggles of a nigga in the

Come on and take a little trip with a 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 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 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 thinkin' about takin' Mary Jane and
Blowin' smoke the sunroof half-way opened
with the scope in close range
I he gotta aim and stick a few thangs in the nigga's brain

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

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

But I put on the foe
I'ma flow 'til I got no choice or better yet no
But still by that time I hope to write 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' to the all for givin' me a legit 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 and a pocket full of scratch
Take a match and 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 in the back and a pocket full of scratch
Take a and spark up a little bud and get blown away)

On the bus in disgust, will I able to throw in my pocket?
Nickel sacks in the
For po po's who watch, stop, it's hot
But I make a profit for my baby and my mother
Straight up

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

Bustin' shots in every
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 to, I'ma send cheese from blows
can hurt me or run thugsta greed, GDs or foes
Workin' the spot 'cause we some clothes
Who ever I'd be making money off of my CDs and shows

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

Now I to spend stacks 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
to be a pimp-shit talker

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

Come on and take a little trip a legit balla
Chi
(Shot up the chrome and swang)
all up in the wall
(Some bitches in the back and a pocket of scratch
Take a match and spark up a bud and get blown away)

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