Luyện nghe bài hát Mr. Baller

Nah, man, we take our chains off, nah

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

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

Twin Ross sisters, promise to never miss ya
Hit ya thirty-four times to make skin blister
Extended clips, cocked back quick to sisters
You wild fire bin barrels with Rogue pistols

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

Blind love for money, head and steel
off the boat, wrapped in banana peels
Life's so pricey, sendin' ya body chills
And we baptize cars, put hollows windshields

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 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 on all y'all nigga, now that's a baller

Hollow take what? Y'all cats ya want
I wanna see God, first and meet my gun
Life's a bitch, to shine, fuck to shit
Detroit, paradise if you wit' my clique

it's hell, ain't no escapin' the trips
They gun, good
You'a need it in the land of the
Pick 'em up, 'em up

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

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

You at at least 50 granny in face
And if you thought any less, know you made a mistake
They done told you wrong, Clipse in the 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', watch cats they explainin'
Should've known when around my dogs, tuck yo in

Any time you look, bet you us in whips
Diamonds and shit, scams from the finest of chicks
Royce and Neptunes sick like dead babies in
Malice and Dome Sheist, niggaz is flesh wounds

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

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

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

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

Burn you alive as you and the fire collide
Hit me, it'll just be a nigga, to die
I ball, I'm ignorant, Dogg
I'm a muthafuckin' star, nigga, my balls

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 on all y'all nigga, now that's a baller

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

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