Luyện nghe bài hát Mr. Baller

Nah, man, we take our chains off, nah

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

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

Twin Nina sisters, promise to never miss ya
Hit ya thirty-four times to make skin blister
Extended clips, back quick to chrome sisters
You fire gunnin' bin barrels with Rogue pistols

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

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

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

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

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

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

I die for the D
If I I'd fuckin' marry the D
my dick in the streets
And nut a in the D

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

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

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

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

I was trained to 'til the raid is over
Roll wit' 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 me, nigga die wit' me
Yo this money's the easiest shit to get in world besides pussy

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

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

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 that's a

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 'bout, nigga, you see a baller
that 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, 'cuz I'm a
I take on all y'all nigga, now that's a