Luyện nghe bài hát Legit Ballers

Once again, Trax Productions
for the 9-8, mobsta elites
Ain't it a shame how we make look so sweet
Especially when you ain't hide your shit

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

A playa been hustlin' so long, God knows I've done so much
I was 16 grown and holdin' chrome, servin' blows, we in
My mom understand me
Boy, you gon' die just your daddy
From two to the head, in the riverbed
I to hurt you so badly

I was young and dumb, fast sprung
Of the money and tricks it brung
Had a clip full of hollows to bring your sorrow
But now regret I've done

Drama's all in the game, was it bang or slay
I had to do my
When the shots rang, that's it clicks in my brain
All the the same
My nigga need a change, I had to get off out streets
To get you out your

Flip a Trax beat, hit the and puff on a sweet
And let 'em feel something
Deep so the realest can
How I felt before I bust that steel
Rappin' about my of screel
And the everyday struggles of a in the chill

on and take a ride, triple to legit ballers
Shot-shot
(Shot up the and let's swang)
all up in the wall
(Some in the and a pocket full scraps to get matchin')
(Spark a couple of and get away)

on and take a ride, triple to legit ballers
Shot-shot
(Shot up the chrome and swang)
all up in the wall
(Some in the back and a pocket full to get matchin')
(Spark a couple of and get away)

This sweet been talkin' was potent
Got me straight thinkin' about takin' Mary and eloping
smoke with the sunroof half-way opened
Laid back with the scope in close

I guess he gotta aim, and a few thangs
In the somebody's
No straps we be thinkin' that he can
Puttin' on table is an everyday strain

But now I did finally flip my shit
And a different angle of the game
Even though my hussle ain't
I'm still prayin' my best presence to overcome my
Singin' of Cain
The roads to riches seems longer than the freight

And every little stop keep a nigga to plot
On the you done gain until you drain
But I put on the floor
I'ma 'til I got no choice, or better yet no voice

But still by time I hope to write enough rhymes
To own a fleet real with a Rolce Royce
Rollin' deep through this Chi-Town
With my mobsta on the way to the Riverside Mall
Givin' thanks to the all for me a legit where to ball at
tight for y'all

Come on and take a ride, triple to legit
callers
(Shot up the and let's swang)
all up in the wall
(Some in the back and a pocket scraps to get matchin')
(Spark a couple of and get away)

Come on and take a ride, triple to legit
callers
(Shot up the and let's swang)
Tigers all up in the
(Some in the and a pocket full scraps to get matchin')
(Spark a couple of and get away)

On the bus in disgust will I to throw rocks in my pocket
sacks in the other
For po-pos who watch, stop, it's hot
But I gotta make a profit for my baby and my

up hustler
What's the frame of mind
That playa 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

See ya checkin' in directions
Somebody 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 cheese
Nobody can hurt me or run thugsta greed, or foes
Workin' the spot 'cause we need some
Who ever I'd be making money off of my CD's and shows

My crib got in the hall, rats steady crawl
Roaches out the cracks in the wall
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 fin to spend stacks at the
the blocks on barbers hopin' my profits stack a bit taller
Twista AKA Trick Caller', bring your money to the mob
to be a pimp-shit talker

Come on and a ride, triple to legit ballers
callers
(Shot up the and let's swang)
all up in the wall
(Some in the and a pocket full scraps to get matchin')
(Spark a couple of and get away)

Come on and take a ride, to legit ballers
Shot-shot
(Shot up the chrome and swang)
all up in the wall
(Some in the back and a full scraps to get matchin')
(Spark a of and get blown away)

If on, I gotta ride out with my mobstas, hmm-hmm
It it's on, I gotta ride out with the mobstas, hmm-hmm
If on, I gotta ride out with my mobstas, hmm-hmm
If it's on, I gotta out with my mobstas, hmm-hmm

La-da-da, la-da-da, da-da-da-da,
(Mobstas)
La-da-da, la-da-da, da-da-da-da,
(Mobstas)
La-da-da, la-da-da, da-da-da-da,
(Mobstas)
If it's on, I gotta out with my mobstas hmm-hmm
(Mobstas)