Luyện nghe bài hát Mr. Baller

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

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

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

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

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

Blind for money, head and warm steel
Coke off the boat, wrapped in peels
Life's so pricey, it's 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
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.
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

Hollow what? 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 roll wit' my

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

Every man for
Unless you wit' a crew similar 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 marry the D
my dick in the streets
And nut a in the D

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

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

Any time you look, bet you 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.
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, I'm a baller
I take on all y'all nigga, now a baller

I was trained to hang 'til the raid is
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 this money's the easiest to get in this world besides pussy

That'll cost you my whole crew stomp you to death
Wearin' cleats until you look 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, 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.
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.
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'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 'bout, nigga, you see a baller
that bullshit, nigga, 'cuz I'm a baller
I on all y'all nigga, now that's a baller