Luyện nghe bài hát Wanna Be A Baller

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

I'ma baller, twenty inch crawler
on Impala, diamond rottweiller
I, 10 hauler, not a leader not
Break these off I'ma twenty inch crawler

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
Tiny hop out my big body form chain
With the Chong, can't forget along

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

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

Wanna be a baller, shot
Twenty inch on the Impala
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, better way,

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

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

Hittin', my remote, sittin', in my
Presidential V-12 that AMG kit
It don't quit, as I get
From K.C. to H-Town, connectin' South

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

Wanna be a baller, shot
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

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 dollars out my first deal

puttin' up your motherfuckin' ear
Really, really don't give a fuck and I drinkin' on no beer
what I sip, pistol grip when I ride
Trunk hit fo' life baby South Side

We on a fuckin' mission Expedition
how we be ridin', alligator suitcasin'
Puttin' it in your face and for real
Shinin' harder than the grill 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'
Represent that H-Town, pop surround by sound

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

I gots to get better man, it to move on
Switched 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 got grown and got a chip on my shoulder
Licks in Kuwait, got links in
don't understand virtual reality Caravan

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

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

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

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

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

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

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