Luyện nghe bài hát Wanna Be A Baller

Wanna be a baller, shot
Twenty blades on the Impala
A caller gettin' tonight
Swisher rolled tight, gotta 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 leader not
Break these off I'ma twenty 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
Tiny tune hop out my big body chain
With the Chong, can't Moet along

I'm hot, find me good, diamonds against my wood
Man it's understood got in my hood
I'm pushing, big can't stop me
For the nine, eight got to sell a copy

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

Wanna be a baller, caller
Twenty inch on the Impala
A caller laid tonight
Swisher rolled tight, 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 wind smoke goes as I crawl down on
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 V-12 that AMG kit
It don't quit, as I get
From K.C. to H-Town, connectin' South

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

be a baller, shot caller
Twenty blades on the Impala
A gettin' laid tonight
Swisher 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

Sittin' Fat Down South, rollin' Benz on
Mo' scrilla I got, signin' Shortstop
And for real, so tell me how you feel
To make a million dollars out my first deal

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

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

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

be a baller, shot 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 there's got to be a way
A better way, way, yeah

I to get better man, it gots to move on
Switched from Motorola to a PrimeCo
in two chrome, now you know 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
Boys don't virtual reality Caravan

Double doors, marble floors, hoes around me
Every time I'm out, niggaz they wanna sign me
Got the Will diamond griller's [unverified]
in the Benz and you can't forget Den-Den

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

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

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

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

Close yo' mouth as I settle all
Scream and shout my similes and
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 baller, shot
inch blades on the Impala
A caller laid tonight
Swisher tight, gotta sprayed by Ike
I hit the highway, money the fly way
But there's got to be a way
A better way, way, yeah