Luyện nghe bài hát Mr. Baller

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

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

We're to make noise
Nigga, here to make 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
clips, cocked back quick to chrome sisters
You wild fire bin barrels with Rogue pistols

contradiction like Quiet Noise
No words, eyes with my diamonds pores
Four karats in these ears make you call boys
While I'm by bitches 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 'bout, nigga, you see a baller
Fuck that bullshit, nigga, 'cuz I'm a
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 take on all nigga, now that's a baller

take what? Y'all cats ya want none
I wanna see God, come and meet my gun
Life's a bitch, to shine, fuck to shit
Detroit, paradise if you roll wit' my

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

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

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

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

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

Any time you look, bet you us in whips
Diamonds and shit, scams from the finest of chicks
and Neptunes sick like dead babies in restrooms
Malice and Dome Sheist, niggaz is flesh wounds

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 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 nothin' but a whole brigade of soldiers
I was young, holdin' guns, I kept one me
In the flat bed in the back of an

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

That'll cost you my whole crew will stomp you to
cleats until you look like a waffle, I won the battle
The nigga to ever 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 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
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, 'cuz I'm a
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.
you talkin' '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