Luyện nghe bài hát To My Ballerz (Collabo)

[Rappin'
Yo, up ('Sup)
4-Tay, NBK (NBK)
(Colabo)
it out
We mobbin' this y'all

[NBK] To my ballerz with the dollaz who be the Lexus
[4-Tay] For all the homies and lowriders who be hittin' the
And to my ladies in the clubs who be shakin' it up
[4-Tay] 4-Tay and NBK showin' sho' 'nuff
[NBK] To my ballerz the dollaz who be flexxin' the Lexus
For all the homies and lowriders who be hittin' the switches
[NBK] And to my ladies in the who be shakin' it up
[4-Tay] and NBK all night, all day

4-Tay]
How would I rap? How would I rhyme? How I get me some piece of mine?
Players like to recline, simple and wine
Not that they fuck this funk nor this flavor
You best to check that bitch before she catch that freaky
We gettin' these dirty damn (presidents)
For the safety box in my residence
'cause real players stack a grip, can't be hesitant, on my cellular
A hundred, a hundred, a hundred, a more profit on the
Drop-top double R's, stackin' like
Gotta get that paper, us players do it all
Genie, door opener, haters glancin', keepin' the Feds off-balanced
They find my mansion
Three hundred CE's, hundreds and half-dozens
Just got plug for my dogs, me and my cousins
Just like them Mafiosos, so let's just a toast-a
Boss-ballerz, shot callerz, and I'm the

Now I'm, out the with my entourage
I hit the button in the ele' to the hundred garage
Now we through your city
All day at the ball, the show and all these bitches
Got my on, tip the valet and get the key
Now we got one more until we gots to be onstage
And now we out, yeah, we headin' to the
Bouncin' the avenues, roll up a fatty
You have to see to cruise, and now we out
Rosa, from the blunt, and tell we smokey
We the VIP person at the gate choking
sold out, for the burnt out extended ?corndale?
Bended defender, twenty-inch bowl into my
Ziggy, how you
In a pro-wide navigator made by Lincoln
You know I put the on my Dayton
And the put the bounce in my
Put the in the chronic, yea, yea, c'mon

For the dollaz, yo, 'nuff video, get the switch off OG's ride
Four-oh-oh ODS, take to the eyes, hella high, right, with the red
Better tip you slow, had a the dough when the fo' fo' come round
Our eyes are swoll', hold up, get that
back, get your back up my mobile
Oh, damnit, we gon' go 4-Tay, NBK, all day, everyday get
No doubt for the I'm out gon' want, double O on the freeway
Ain't wrong, baby doll, pullin' into your
Walked your house, bust it out, with a J and a bottle of Tangerade