Luyện nghe bài hát Wanna Be A Balla

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

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

I'm a baller, I'ma twenty inch
Blades on Impala, Rottweiler
I-10 hauler, not a leader, not
Break boys 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 with them fo' dem
Tiny tune, hop out my big form
with the Chong, can't forget Moet along

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

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

Wanna be a balla, caller
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, way, yeah ay

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

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

Hittin' my remote, in my shit
Presidential V-12 that AMG kit
It quit, as I get high
K.C. to H-Town, connectin' SouthSide

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

Wanna be a balla, caller
Twenty inch on the Impala
A caller laid 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, way, yeah ay

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

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

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

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

be a balla, shot caller
Twenty blades on the Impala
A caller gettin' tonight
Swisher rolled tight, 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 to get better, man, it gots to move on
Switched from Motorola to a phone
Broke in two chrome, now you know no dope
to count my spoke, now these hoes count my inches

Had to get older, man, it got
I done got grown and got a on my shoulder
in Kuwait, got links in Pakistan
Boys don't virtual reality Caravan

Double doors, marble floors, naked around me
Every time I'm out, niggaz they wanna sign me
Got the Lil' Will grillers [unverified]
Blaze in the Benz and you forget Den-Den

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

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

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

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

Showstoppin' dead end, pimp the pen once
the message I send
Take these levels you devils can't comprehend
Big 'bout it as I floss through the south
Big blue now whatcha talkin' about?

yo' mouth as I settle all scores
Scream and shout my similes and
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, caller
inch blades on the Impala
A caller gettin' laid
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