Luyện nghe bài hát To My Ballerz (Collabo)

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

[NBK] To my with the dollaz who be flexxin' the Lexus
[4-Tay] For all the and lowriders who be hittin' the switches
[NBK] And to my in the clubs who be shakin' it up
[4-Tay] and NBK showin' love 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

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

Now I'm, out the door with my
I hit the button in the ele' to the ground garage
Now we blazin' your city
All day at the ball, with the show and all bitches
Got my balls on, tip the and get the key
Now we got one more hour until we to be onstage
And now we out, yeah, we to the spot
through the avenues, roll up a fatty
You to see to cruise, and now we out front
Rosa, roach from the blunt, and we smokey
We left the VIP at the gate choking
Arena sold out, for the burnt out extended
defender, twenty-inch bowl into my shows
Ziggy, how you
In a pro-wide navigator limousine by Lincoln
You I put the shine on my Dayton
And the put the bounce in my
Put the high in the chronic, yea, yea,

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