Luyện nghe bài hát Legit Ballers

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

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

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

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

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

I had to get off out these to get you out your seat
Flip a Trax beat, hit the and puff on a sweet
And let 'em feel something deep, deep so the can feel
How I felt right I bust that steel
Rappin' 'bout my life of
And the everyday struggles of a nigga in the

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 match and spark up a little bud and get away)

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

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

No face straps thinkin' that he can
Puttin' food on table is an strain
But now I did flip my shit legit
And a different angle of the game
Even though my hussle changed

I'm still prayin' my best presence to overcome my
Singin' of Cain
The roads to riches seems longer than the train
And every little stop 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 or better yet no voice
But still by that time I hope to write rhymes
To own a fleet, real estate with a Royce

Rollin' deep this Chi-Town streets
my mobsta 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 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)

on and take a little trip 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 and spark 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 who watch, can't stop, it's hot
But I gotta make a profit for my baby and my
Straight up

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

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

If I have to, I'ma send from blows
can hurt me or run thugsta greed, GDs or foes
Workin' the spot 'cause we some clothes
Who thought I'd be making money off of my CDs and shows

My crib got gats in the hall, rats steady
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 stacks at the mall
Bend the blocks on barbers, my profits stack 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 a legit balla
Chi
(Shot up the chrome and 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)

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

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