Luyện nghe bài hát Wanna Be A Balla

Wanna be a balla, caller
Twenty inch blades on the
A caller gettin' tonight
Swisher tight, gotta sprayed by Ike

I hit the highway, money the fly way
But got to be a better way
A better way, better way, ay

I'm a baller, I'ma twenty inch
Blades on Impala, Rottweiler
hauler, not a leader, not follower
Break these off, I'm a twenty inch crawler

Bust a left, a right, I'm outta sight, I'm
I'm bouncin off the road, I'm in a modem them fo' dem
tune, hop out my big body form
Chain with the Chong, can't Moet along

I'm hot, find me good, diamonds against my wood
Man, it's understood, got money in my
I'm pushing, big can't stop me
For the nine got to sell a million copy

I'ma crawl slow puffin' on the Optimo, hit the
I'ma go slow, puffin indo out the do'
I'ma lit the stash green, man I'm lookin'
Want remote screens with ice bezeltynes

Wanna be a balla, shot
Twenty inch blades on the
A gettin' laid tonight
Swisher rolled tight, gotta by Ike

I hit the highway, making the fly way
But got to be a better way
A better way, better way, ay

Big ballin', smashin', makin' my
Smokin' big killa, gettin' high in the
Big ballin', smashin', makin' my
Smokin' big killa, gettin' high in the

In the wind, smoke goes as I crawl down on
Twenty Lorenzo, smoke all up in my
Yo' eyes, get froze, as you see my low
Candy red, two do', let my top down

Hittin' my remote, sittin' in my
Presidential V-12 that AMG kit
It don't quit, as I get
From K.C. to H-Town, connectin'

Now we worldwide, me high side
Fat Pat killa, can't be denied
187 thugs, oh yeah, we got
Blowin' sticky green we flow and above

be a balla, shot caller
Twenty inch on the Impala
A caller gettin' laid
Swisher rolled tight, sprayed by Ike

I hit the highway, making the fly way
But got to be a better way
A better way, way, yeah ay

Sittin' fat south, rollin' Benz on blocks
Mo' scrilla I got, with Shortstop
And that's for real, so me how you feel
To make a million dollars out my first deal

Shortstop, puttin' up motherfuckin' ear
Really really don't give a fuck and I ain't on no beer
Codeine what I sip, pistol when I ride
Trunk hit fo' life, baby, SouthSide

We on a fuckin' mission, Navigator
how we be ridin', alligator suitcasin'
Puttin' it in your face and that's for
Shinin' harder than the grill, it's the Lil' Will

with the 2-Low, Yungstar be a thug
So nigga, what? I'm down with Mo'Thugs
an' da Bone, you know it's goin' down
Represent that H-Town, pop trunks surround by

Wanna be a balla, shot
inch blades on the Impala
A caller gettin' tonight
rolled tight, gotta sprayed by Ike

I hit the highway, money the fly way
But there's got to be a way
A better way, better way, ay

I gots to get better, man, it gots to on
Switched Motorola to a PrimeCo phone
in two chrome, now you know no dope pigeon
Used to count my spoke, now these count my inches

Had to get older, man, it got
I done got grown and got a chip on my
in Kuwait, got links in Pakistan
Boys understand virtual reality Caravan

Double doors, marble floors, naked hoes me
Every time I'm comin' out, niggaz wanna sign me
Got the Lil' diamond grillers [unverified]
in the Benz and you can't forget Den-Den

Boobie rubies, I'm watchin' on a movie
Drop the top, it's cotton, and you I'm in a Jacuzzi
Bourbon and I'm swervin', man, getting' hot
My name Lemmon, drive my tight'um off the lot, David Taylor

be a balla, shot caller
Twenty blades on the Impala
A gettin' laid tonight
Swisher rolled tight, sprayed by Ike

I hit the highway, making the fly way
But got to be a better way
A way, better way, yeah ay

I hit the highway, my way, I parlay
Everyday all day, no way
Boys can't stop as I slide through your
Chop, chop, chop, headed to the top
I only play to win, 'bout to up shop

Showstoppin' dead end, the pen once again
Peep the message I
Take levels that you devils can't comprehend
Big 'bout it Benz as I floss the south
Big blue now whatcha talkin' about?

Close yo' mouth as I all scores
Scream and my similes and metaphors
Mansion doors, I close
All you hoes, go and take off clothes
Lord knows, ain't no time to
to fuckin' and a suckin' on the H.A.W.K.

Wanna be a balla, shot
Twenty inch on the Impala
A caller gettin' tonight
rolled tight, gotta sprayed by Ike

I hit the highway, making the fly way
But got to be a better way
A better way, better way, ay