Luyện nghe bài hát Mr. Baller

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

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

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

Twin Ross sisters, promise to never miss ya
Hit ya times to make your skin blister
Extended clips, cocked back quick to chrome
You wild fire gunnin' bin barrels Rogue pistols

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

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

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 y'all nigga, now 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

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

Otherwse it's hell, ain't no the trips
gotta gun, good
You'a need it in the of the trench
Pick 'em up, 'em up

man for theyself
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 could I'd fuckin' the D
Stick my in the streets
And nut a in the D

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

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

Any time you look, bet you find us in
Diamonds and shit, break scams from the finest of
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.
you talkin' 'bout, nigga, you see a baller
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 bullshit, nigga, 'cuz I'm a baller
I take on all y'all nigga, now a baller

I was trained to 'til the raid is over
Roll nothin' but a whole brigade of soldiers
I was young, holdin' guns, I kept one me
In the bed in the back of an F-150

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

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

you alive soon as you and the fire collide
Hit me, it'll just be a nigga, to die
Plus I ball, I'm ignorant,
I'm a muthafuckin' star, nigga, 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 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 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.
you talkin' 'bout, nigga, you see a baller
Fuck that bullshit, nigga, I'm a baller
I take on all y'all nigga, now a baller