Luyện nghe bài hát Mr. Baller

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

We're here to noise
here to make noise
With VA and boys
We're 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 times to make your skin blister
Extended clips, cocked quick to chrome sisters
You wild fire gunnin' bin barrels with Rogue

Walkin' contradiction like Quiet
No words, eyes blurred my diamonds pores
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 ya body chills
And we baptize cars, put hollows through

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'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

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

Otherwse hell, ain't no escapin' the trips
gotta gun, good
You'a it in the land of the trench
'em up, fuck 'em up

Every man for
Unless you wit' a crew 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 could I'd fuckin' the D
Stick my in the streets
And nut a in the D

You lookin' at at least 50 granny in
And if you thought any less, just know you a mistake
They done you wrong, Clipse in the grey Yukon
Don't mistake this style for hot and it lukewarm

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

Any you look, bet you find us in whips
and shit, break scams from the finest of chicks
Royce and sick like dead babies in restrooms
Malice and Dome Sheist, y'all niggaz is 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 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 was trained to hang 'til the raid is
Roll nothin' but a whole brigade of soldiers
I was young, holdin' guns, I kept one me
In the flat bed in the of an F-150

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

That'll cost you my whole crew will stomp you to
cleats 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, it'll just be a nigga, to die
I ball, I'm ignorant, Dogg
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, '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 '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 talkin' 'bout, nigga, you see a
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 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