Luyện nghe bài hát Wanna Be A Balla

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

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

I'm a baller, I'ma twenty crawler
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 with fo' dem
Tiny tune, hop out my big form
Chain with the Chong, can't forget Moet

I'm hot, find me lookin' good, against my wood
Man, understood, got money in my hood
I'm pushing, big body stop me
For the eight got to sell a million copy

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

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

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

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

In the wind, smoke goes as I crawl 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 down

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

Now we worldwide, watch me side
Fat Pat blowin' killa, can't be
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' laid
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

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

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

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

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

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

I gots to get better, man, it to move on
Switched from Motorola to a phone
Broke in two chrome, now you know no pigeon
Used to 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
Licks in Kuwait, got in Pakistan
Boys don't understand virtual reality

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

Boobie diamond rubies, I'm watchin' on a
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 better way, better way, ay

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

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

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

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

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