Luyện nghe bài hát Mr. Baller

Nah, man, we take our chains off, nah

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

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

Twin Nina Ross sisters, promise to miss ya
Hit ya thirty-four times to make skin blister
Extended clips, cocked quick to chrome sisters
You wild fire gunnin' bin barrels with Rogue

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

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

Hollow take Y'all cats ya want none
I wanna see God, first come and my gun
Life's a bitch, diamonds to shine, fuck to
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
Pick 'em up, 'em up

man for theyself
Unless you cheat 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
Stick my in the streets
And nut a in the D

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

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

Any you look, bet you find us in whips
Diamonds and shit, break scams from the finest of
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 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 bullshit, nigga, 'cuz I'm a baller
I take on all nigga, now that's a baller

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

That'll cost you my whole crew will you to death
cleats 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 soon as you and the collide
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 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
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.
What you 'bout, nigga, you see a baller
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.
you talkin' 'bout, nigga, you see a baller
Fuck that bullshit, nigga, I'm a baller
I take on all y'all nigga, now that's a