Luyện nghe bài hát Wanna Be A Balla

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

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

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

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

I'm hot, find me lookin' good, diamonds my wood
Man, it's understood, got in my hood
I'm pushing, big body stop me
For the nine eight got to sell a copy

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

Wanna be a balla, 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 way, better way, yeah ay

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

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

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

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

be a balla, shot caller
Twenty inch 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

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

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

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, it's the player Lil'

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

Wanna be a balla, shot
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, better way, ay

I gots to get better, man, it gots to on
Switched from to a PrimeCo phone
in two chrome, now you know no dope pigeon
Used to count my spoke, now hoes 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 don't understand virtual reality

Double doors, marble floors, hoes around me
Every time I'm comin' out, niggaz they wanna me
Got the Lil' Will diamond grillers
Blaze in the Benz and you can't forget

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

be a balla, shot caller
Twenty blades on the Impala
A caller gettin' laid
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 hit the highway, my way, I parlay
all day, ain't 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 close up

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

Close yo' mouth as I settle all
and shout my similes and metaphors
Mansion doors, I constantly
All you hoes, go and take off your
Lord knows, no time to play
to fuckin' and a suckin' on the H.A.W.K.

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

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