Luyện nghe bài hát Wanna Be A Baller

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

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

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

I'm hot, me lookin' good, diamonds against my wood
Man it's understood got money in my
I'm pushing, big can't stop me
For the nine, eight got to 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 clean
remote control screens with ice bezeltynes

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

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 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 slow

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

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

be a baller, shot caller
Twenty blades 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

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

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

We on a fuckin' Expedition 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 I'm down with Mo'Thugs
Mo'Thugs an' da Bone, you know it's down
Represent H-Town, pop trunks surround by sound

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

I gots to get better man, it 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 count my

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

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

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

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

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

Show stoppin' dead end, 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 lens now whatcha talkin' about?

Close yo' as I settle all scores
and shout my similes and metaphors
Mansion I constantly close
All you go and take off your clothes
Lord knows no time to play
Commence to fuckin' suckin' on the H.A.W.K.

be a baller, shot caller
Twenty inch on the Impala
A caller gettin' laid
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, way, yeah