Luyện nghe bài hát Mr. Baller

Nah, man, we take our chains off, nah

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

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

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

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

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

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.
you talkin' '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 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

it's hell, ain't no escapin' the trips
They gun, good
need 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 zone, playin' the D
Lovin' the D, out-a hatin' the D

I die for the D
If I could I'd marry the D
Stick my dick in the
And nut a in the D

You lookin' at at least 50 in face
And if you thought any less, just you made a mistake
done told 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 from a all black Lizzie
Start flamin', watch cats start explainin'
Should've known around my dogs, tuck yo chain in

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

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'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 was trained to hang 'til the is over
Roll wit' nothin' but a 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
off, pop the guns, you seein' tips
So ride wit' me, die wit' me
Yo this money's the easiest to get in this world besides pussy

That'll cost you my whole crew will 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"

Burn you soon as you and the fire collide
Hit me, just be a nigga, hired to die
Plus I ball, I'm ignorant,
I'm a muthafuckin' star, nigga, 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 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, '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 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 bullshit, nigga, 'cuz I'm a baller
I take on all nigga, now that's a baller