Luyện nghe bài hát Wanna Be A Balla

Wanna be a balla, caller
inch 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'm a baller, twenty inch crawler
Blades on Impala, Rottweiler
hauler, not a leader, not follower
Break these boys off, I'm a twenty crawler

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Now we worldwide, watch me side
Fat Pat blowin' killa, be denied
187 thugs, oh yeah, we got
Blowin' sticky green we flow and above

be a balla, shot caller
Twenty inch blades on the
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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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 can't forget

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

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

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

I hit the highway, everything's my way, I
all day, ain't no way
Boys stop as I slide through your neighborhood
Chop, chop, chop, headed to the top
I only to win, 'bout to close up shop

Showstoppin' end, pimp the pen once again
Peep the message I
Take these levels that you devils comprehend
Big 'bout it Benz as I through the south
Big blue lens now whatcha about?

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

Wanna be a balla, caller
Twenty inch blades on the
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 better way, way, yeah ay