Luyện nghe bài hát Legit Ballers

Once again another Trax
Rush for the 9-8, mobsta
Ain't it a shame how we ballin' look so sweet
when you ain't gotta hide 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 what's

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 and dumb
Fast life sprung of the money and hoes that it
Had a full of hollows to bring your momma sorrow
But now regret what done

Drama's all in the game, whether gang 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 need a

I had to get off out streets to get you out your seat
Flip a Trax beat, hit the and puff on a sweet
And let 'em feel deep, deep so the realest 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 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 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)

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

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

I'm still prayin' my best presence to my pain
Singin' of Cain
The roads to riches seems than the freight train
And every little stop keep a nigga to plot
On the paper you done gain you drain

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

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

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

On the bus in disgust, will I to throw rocks in my pocket?
sacks in the other
For po po's who watch, can't stop, hot
But I gotta make a profit for my baby and my
Straight up

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

Bustin' shots in every
A nigga stop a moment from made
I done public aid, people get sprayed, the tip raise
And Momma cry, Why my bills get paid

If I have to, I'ma send from blows
Nobody can hurt me or run greed, GDs or foes
the spot 'cause we need some clothes
Who ever thought I'd be money off of my CDs and shows

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

Now I to spend stacks at the mall
Bend the blocks on barbers, hopin' my stack a bit taller
Twista a.k.a "The Bitch Caller", bring money to the mob
Just to be a pimp-shit

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

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

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