Luyện nghe bài hát Mr. Baller

Nah, man, we take our chains off, nah

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

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

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

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

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

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

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 y'all nigga, now a baller

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

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

Every man for
you cheat 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 fuckin' the D
my dick in the streets
And nut a in the D

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

We gets busy, whether dressed in Croc'dile or
You can catch a hot ball a all black Lizzie
Start flamin', cats 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, break scams from the of chicks
Royce and Neptunes sick dead babies in restrooms
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 that bullshit, nigga, 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
Fuck bullshit, nigga, 'cuz I'm a baller
I take on all nigga, now that's a baller

I was trained to hang 'til the is over
Roll wit' nothin' but a whole of soldiers
I was young, guns, I kept one wit' me
In the flat bed in the back of an

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

That'll cost you my whole crew will stomp you to
Wearin' cleats until you 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 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, suck my

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 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
Fuck that bullshit, nigga, 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, 'cuz I'm a
I take on all y'all nigga, now that's a