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 way, better way, yeah ay

I'm a baller, I'ma twenty crawler
on Impala, diamond Rottweiler
I-10 hauler, not a leader, not
Break these boys off, I'm a twenty 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, find me lookin' good, diamonds against my
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 slow puffin' on the Optimo, hit the sto'
I'ma go real slow, indo out the do'
lit the stash green, man I'm lookin' clean
Want control screens with ice bezeltynes

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

I hit the highway, making the fly way
But there's got to be a way
A better way, way, yeah 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, goes as I crawl 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 down

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

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

Wanna be a balla, 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 down south, Benz on blocks
Mo' scrilla I got, signin' with
And that's for real, so me how you feel
To make a dollars out my first record deal

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

We on a mission, Expedition Navigator
That's how we be ridin', alligator
it in your face and that's for real
Shinin' harder the grill, it's 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 it's goin' down
Represent that H-Town, pop trunks surround by

Wanna be a balla, shot
Twenty blades on the Impala
A caller gettin' 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, 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 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
Licks in Kuwait, got links in
Boys don't understand virtual reality

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

diamond 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, it's hot
My last name Lemmon, drive my tight'um off the lot, David

Wanna be a balla, caller
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

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 only play to win, to close up shop

Showstoppin' dead end, the pen once again
Peep the I send
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
and shout my similes and metaphors
Mansion doors, I constantly
All you hoes, go and off your clothes
knows, ain't no time to play
Commence to fuckin' and a on the H.A.W.K.

Wanna be a balla, shot
Twenty inch on the Impala
A caller 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, better way, ay