Luyện nghe bài hát Wanna Be A Baller

Wanna be a baller, shot
Twenty inch 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 way, better way, yeah

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 outta sight, I'm
I'm off the road, I'm in a modem with them foe dem
Tiny tune hop out my big body chain
With the Chong, can't forget along

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

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

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

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

In the wind goes as I crawl down on Vogues
Lorenzo, smoke 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 with AMG kit
It don't quit, as I get
From K.C. to H-Town, South Side

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

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

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

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

We on a fuckin' mission 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, what? I'm down with Mo'Thugs
Mo'Thugs an' da Bone, you it's goin' down
Represent that H-Town, pop trunks by sound

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, better way,

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

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

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

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

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

Show stoppin' end, pimp the pen once again
Peep the 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 all scores
Scream and shout my similes and
doors I constantly close
All you hoes go and off your clothes
Lord knows ain't no to play
to fuckin' and-a suckin' on the H.A.W.K.

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