Luyện nghe bài hát Mr. Baller

Nah, man, we take our chains off, nah

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

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

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

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

Blind love for money, head and steel
Coke off the boat, wrapped in peels
so pricey, it's sendin' ya body chills
And we baptize cars, put hollows 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 bullshit, nigga, 'cuz I'm a baller
I take on all y'all nigga, now that's a

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

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

man for theyself
Unless you cheat wit' a crew similar to
We in the to be killa zone, the D
Lovin' the D, out-a towners 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 granny in
And if you thought any less, know you made a mistake
They done you wrong, Clipse 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 Lizzie
Start flamin', watch start they explainin'
Should've known around my dogs, tuck yo chain in

Any you look, bet you find us in whips
Diamonds and shit, scams from the finest of chicks
Royce and Neptunes sick like babies in restrooms
Malice and Dome Sheist, y'all niggaz is wounds

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 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 take on all y'all nigga, now that's a

I was trained to hang 'til the raid is
wit' 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, die wit' me
Yo this money's the easiest shit to get in this world besides

That'll cost you my crew will stomp you to death
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"

Burn you alive 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 star, nigga, suck my balls

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 y'all nigga, now that's a

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

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 nigga, now that's a baller