Luyện nghe bài hát Mr. Baller

Nah, man, we take our chains off, nah

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

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

Twin Nina Ross sisters, promise to miss ya
Hit ya thirty-four to make your skin blister
clips, cocked back quick to chrome sisters
You fire gunnin' bin barrels with Rogue pistols

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

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

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'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

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

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

Every man for
Unless you cheat wit' a crew similar to
We in the to be zone, playin' the D
Lovin' the D, out-a 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 50 granny in face
And if you thought any less, know you made a mistake
They told you wrong, Clipse in the grey Yukon
Don't mistake this style for hot and it ain't

We gets busy, whether dressed in Croc'dile or
You can catch a hot ball a all black Lizzie
Start flamin', watch cats start they
Should've 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 dead babies in restrooms
Malice and Dome Sheist, y'all is flesh wounds

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 y'all nigga, now that's a

I'm Mr. Baller, nigga, I'm Mr.
What you 'bout, nigga, you see a baller
Fuck that bullshit, nigga, I'm a baller
I take on all y'all nigga, now that's a

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

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

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

Burn you alive soon as you and the fire
Hit me, it'll be a nigga, hired 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 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.
What you '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.
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.
What you talkin' 'bout, nigga, you see a
Fuck bullshit, nigga, 'cuz I'm a baller
I take on all y'all nigga, now that's a