Luyện nghe bài hát Mr. Baller

Nah, man, we take our chains off, nah

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

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

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

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

Blind love for money, and warm steel
off the boat, wrapped in banana peels
Life's so pricey, it's sendin' ya body
And we baptize cars, put through 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 bullshit, nigga, 'cuz I'm a baller
I take on all nigga, now that's a baller

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

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

man for theyself
Unless you cheat wit' a similar to myself
We in the to be killa zone, the D
the D, out-a towners hatin' the D

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

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

We busy, whether dressed in Croc'dile or Lizzie
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
and shit, break scams from the finest of chicks
Royce and Neptunes like dead babies in restrooms
and Dome Sheist, y'all niggaz is flesh wounds

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 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 that bullshit, nigga, 'cuz I'm a
I take on all y'all nigga, now that's a

I was trained to hang the raid is over
Roll wit' nothin' but a whole 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 tips
So wit' me, nigga die wit' me
Yo this money's the easiest to get in this world besides pussy

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

Burn you alive as you and the fire collide
Hit me, just be a nigga, hired 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 '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 nigga, now that's a baller

I'm Mr. Baller, nigga, I'm Mr.
What you talkin' 'bout, nigga, you see a
that 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.
you talkin' '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