Luyện nghe bài hát Mr. Baller

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

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

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

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

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

Blind love for money, head and warm
Coke off the boat, wrapped in banana
Life's so pricey, sendin' ya body chills
And we cars, put hollows through windshields

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 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

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

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

Every man for
Unless you cheat a crew similar to myself
We in the to be killa zone, the D
Lovin' the D, out-a hatin' the D

I die for the D
If I I'd fuckin' marry the D
Stick my dick in the
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 this style for hot and it ain't lukewarm

We gets busy, whether dressed in or Lizzie
You can catch a hot ball from a all Lizzie
Start flamin', cats start they explainin'
Should've when 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 like babies in restrooms
Malice and Dome Sheist, niggaz is flesh wounds

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

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 to hang 'til the raid is over
Roll wit' nothin' but a brigade of soldiers
I was young, holdin' guns, I one wit' 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 money's the easiest shit to get in this world besides pussy

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

Burn you alive soon as you and the fire
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
that bullshit, nigga, 'cuz 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
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.
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 that bullshit, nigga, I'm a baller
I take on all nigga, now that's a baller