Luyện nghe bài hát Wanna Be A Baller

Wanna be a baller, shot
Twenty blades on the Impala
A caller gettin' laid
Swisher rolled tight, sprayed by Ike
I hit the highway, money then fly way
But got to be a better way
A better way, way, yeah

baller, I'ma twenty inch crawler
Blades on Impala, rottweiller
I, 10 hauler, not a not follower
Break these boys off I'ma twenty inch

Bust a left, a right, I'm sight, I'm throwed
I'm bouncin' off the road, I'm in a modem them foe dem
tune hop out my big body form chain
With the Chong, can't Moet along

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

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

Wanna be a baller, shot
Twenty inch on the Impala
A gettin' laid tonight
Swisher tight, gotta sprayed by Ike
I hit the highway, making the fly way
But there's got to be a way
A better way, better way,

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

In the smoke goes as I crawl down on Vogues
Twenty Lorenzo, 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 don't quit, as I get
From K.C. to H-Town, connectin' Side

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

Wanna be a baller, shot
Twenty inch on the Impala
A caller laid tonight
Swisher 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

Fat Down South, rollin' Benz on blocks
Mo' I got, signin' with Shortstop
And that's for real, so tell me how you
To make a million dollars out my first record

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

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

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

Wanna be a baller, caller
Twenty inch blades on the
A gettin' 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,

I to get better man, it gots to move on
Switched Motorola 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 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 wanna sign me
Got the Lil' Will diamond griller's
Blaze in the Benz and you forget Den-Den

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

be a baller, shot caller
Twenty inch blades on the
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, way, yeah

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

Show stoppin' dead end, pimp the pen again
Peep the I send
Take these levels that you devils can't
Big it Benz as I floss through the south
Big blue lens now whatcha talkin'

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

Wanna be a baller, caller
Twenty inch blades on the
A caller gettin' tonight
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