Luyện nghe bài hát Wanna Be A Balla

Wanna be a balla, caller
Twenty blades on the Impala
A gettin' laid 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, way, yeah ay

I'm a baller, I'ma inch crawler
Blades on Impala, Rottweiler
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 bouncin off the road, I'm in a modem with fo' dem
tune, hop out my big body form
Chain with the Chong, can't forget Moet

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

I'ma slow 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 clean
Want remote control screens with ice

be a balla, shot 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

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

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

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

Now we worldwide, watch me high
Fat Pat blowin' killa, can't be
187 thugs, oh yeah, we got
sticky green we flow through and above

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

I hit the highway, money 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 that's for real, so me how you feel
To make a million dollars out my record deal

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

We on a fuckin' mission, Navigator
how we be ridin', alligator suitcasin'
Puttin' it in face and that's 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 down Mo'Thugs
Mo'Thugs an' da Bone, you know it's down
Represent that H-Town, pop trunks surround by

Wanna be a balla, 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 got to be a better way
A better way, better way, ay

I gots to get better, man, it to move on
from Motorola to a PrimeCo 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 in Pakistan
Boys don't understand reality Caravan

Double doors, marble floors, naked hoes me
Every time I'm comin' out, they wanna sign me
Got the Lil' Will diamond [unverified]
Blaze in the and you can't forget Den-Den

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

Wanna be a balla, caller
Twenty blades on the Impala
A caller laid 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 hit the highway, my way, I parlay
all day, ain't no way
Boys can't stop as I slide through neighborhood
Chop, chop, chop, headed to the top
I only play to win, 'bout to close up

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

yo' mouth as I settle all scores
Scream and shout my and metaphors
doors, I constantly close
All you hoes, go and take off clothes
knows, ain't no time to play
Commence to and a suckin' on the H.A.W.K.

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