Luyện nghe bài hát Mr. Baller

Nah, man, we don't our chains off, nah

We're here to noise
We're here to noise
With VA and boys
We're here to make

We're here to make
Nigga, we're here to noise
VA and Detroit boys
Come on, on

Nina Ross sisters, promise to never miss ya
Hit ya thirty-four times to make your skin
clips, cocked back quick to chrome sisters
You wild gunnin' bin barrels with Rogue pistols

Walkin' like Quiet Noise
No words, eyes blurred with my diamonds
Four in these ears make you call your boys
I'm surrounded by bitches with guns and sex toys

Blind for money, head and warm steel
Coke off the boat, wrapped in peels
Life's so pricey, it's sendin' ya body
And we baptize cars, put hollows through

I'm Mr. Baller, nigga, I'm Mr.
What you 'bout, nigga, you see a baller
that bullshit, nigga, 'cuz I'm a baller
I take on all y'all nigga, now a baller

I'm Mr. Baller, nigga, I'm Mr.
What you talkin' 'bout, nigga, you see a
Fuck that bullshit, nigga, 'cuz I'm a
I take on all y'all nigga, now a baller

Hollow take Y'all cats ya want none
I see God, first come and meet my gun
Life's a bitch, diamonds to shine, to shit
Detroit, paradise if you roll my clique

Otherwse it's hell, no escapin' the trips
gotta gun, good
You'a need it in the of the trench
Pick 'em up, 'em up

Every man for
Unless you cheat a crew similar to myself
We in the to be killa zone, the D
Lovin' the D, out-a hatin' the D

I die for the D
If I could I'd marry the D
Stick my in the streets
And nut a in the D

You lookin' at at least 50 in face
And if you thought any less, know you made a mistake
done told you wrong, Clipse in the grey Yukon
Don't mistake this for hot and it ain't lukewarm

We gets busy, whether dressed in Croc'dile or
You can catch a hot ball from a all black
Start flamin', cats start they explainin'
Should've when around my dogs, tuck yo chain in

Any time you look, bet you us in whips
Diamonds and shit, break scams from the of chicks
Royce and Neptunes like dead babies in restrooms
Malice and Dome Sheist, y'all is flesh wounds

I'm Mr. Baller, nigga, I'm Mr.
you talkin' 'bout, nigga, you see a baller
Fuck that bullshit, nigga, I'm a baller
I take on all nigga, now that's a baller

I'm Mr. Baller, nigga, I'm Mr.
you talkin' 'bout, nigga, you see a baller
Fuck that bullshit, nigga, I'm a baller
I take on all nigga, now that's a baller

I was trained to hang the raid is over
Roll nothin' but a whole brigade of soldiers
I was young, holdin' guns, I kept one me
In the bed in the back of an F-150

I see and the six, me and the Clipse
Squeeze off, pop the guns, you tips
So ride wit' me, nigga die me
Yo this money's the shit to get in this world besides pussy

That'll cost you my whole crew will you to death
Wearin' until you look like a waffle, I won the battle
The first nigga to get the cover of "The Source"
And the of "Guns and Ammo"

Burn you soon as you and the fire collide
Hit me, just be a nigga, hired to die
Plus I ball, I'm ignorant,
I'm a star, nigga, suck my balls

I'm Mr. Baller, nigga, I'm Mr.
you talkin' 'bout, nigga, you see a baller
Fuck that bullshit, nigga, I'm a baller
I on all y'all nigga, now that's a baller

I'm Mr. Baller, nigga, I'm Mr.
you talkin' 'bout, nigga, you see a baller
Fuck bullshit, nigga, 'cuz I'm a baller
I take on all y'all nigga, now that's a

I'm Mr. Baller, nigga, I'm Mr.
What you talkin' 'bout, nigga, you see a
Fuck bullshit, nigga, 'cuz I'm a baller
I take on all nigga, now that's a baller

I'm Mr. Baller, nigga, I'm Mr.
What you 'bout, nigga, you see a baller
Fuck that bullshit, nigga, I'm a baller
I take on all y'all nigga, now that's a