Luyện nghe bài hát Wanna Be A Baller

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

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

Bust a left, a right, I'm outta sight, I'm
I'm bouncin' off the road, I'm in a with them foe dem
tune hop out my big body form chain
With the Chong, forget Moet along

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

I'ma slow puffin' 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 remote control screens with ice

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

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

In the wind 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 slow

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

Now we worldwide, watch me side
Fat Pat blowin' killa, be denied
187 thugs, oh yeah, we got
Blowin' sticky green we flow through and

Wanna be a baller, caller
Twenty blades on the Impala
A gettin' laid tonight
Swisher rolled tight, gotta by Ike
I hit the highway, money the fly way
But there's got to be a way
A better way, better way,

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

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

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

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 trunks surround by

be a baller, shot caller
Twenty inch blades on the
A caller laid tonight
Swisher rolled tight, gotta by Ike
I hit the highway, money the fly way
But there's got to be a way
A better way, better way,

I gots to get man, it gots to move on
Switched from to a PrimeCo phone
Broke in two chrome, now you no dope pigeon
Used to count my spoke, now these hoes my inches

Had to get older, man, it got
I done got and got a chip on my shoulder
Licks in Kuwait, got links in
don't understand virtual reality Caravan

Double doors, marble floors, naked hoes me
Every I'm comin' out, niggaz they wanna sign me
Got the Lil' Will diamond griller's
Blaze in the Benz and you can't Den-Den

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

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

I hit the highway, my way, I parley
all day, ain't no way
Boys can't stop as I slide your neighborhood
Chop, chop, chop, headed to the top
I only play to win to close up shop

Show stoppin' dead end, pimp the pen again
Peep the message I
Take these levels you devils can't comprehend
Big bout it Benz as I floss the south
Big lens now whatcha talkin' about?

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

be a baller, shot caller
Twenty inch blades on the
A caller gettin' laid
Swisher tight, gotta sprayed by Ike
I hit the highway, making the fly way
But got to be a better way
A better way, way, yeah