Luyện nghe bài hát Mr. Baller

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

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

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

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

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

Blind love for money, head and steel
Coke off the boat, wrapped in banana
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.
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

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

Otherwse it's hell, ain't no escapin' the
They gotta gun,
You'a it in the land of the trench
Pick 'em up, 'em up

Every man for
Unless you cheat wit' a crew 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 at at least 50 granny in face
And if you thought any less, just know you a mistake
They done told you wrong, Clipse in the Yukon
Don't mistake style 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 Lizzie
flamin', watch cats start they explainin'
Should've known when around my dogs, tuck yo in

Any you look, bet you find us in whips
and shit, break scams from the finest of chicks
Royce and Neptunes sick like dead babies in
and Dome Sheist, y'all niggaz is flesh wounds

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.
you talkin' '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 was trained to hang 'til the raid is
wit' nothin' but a whole brigade of soldiers
I was young, guns, I kept one wit' me
In the flat bed in the back of an

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

That'll cost you my whole will stomp you to death
Wearin' cleats 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"

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

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 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 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.
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

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 y'all nigga, now a baller