Luyện nghe bài hát Wanna Be A Baller

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

I'ma baller, I'ma inch crawler
Blades on Impala, diamond
I, 10 hauler, not a not follower
these boys 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 modem with foe dem
tune hop out my big body form chain
With the Chong, forget Moet along

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

I'ma crawl puffin' on the Optimo hit the sto'
I'ma go real 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 on the Impala
A gettin' laid tonight
Swisher rolled tight, sprayed by Ike
I hit the highway, money the fly way
But got to be a better way
A way, better way, yeah

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

In the smoke 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 slow

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

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

be a baller, shot caller
Twenty blades on the Impala
A caller gettin' laid
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 Down South, rollin' Benz on
Mo' scrilla I got, with Shortstop
And that's for real, so tell me how you
To make a million dollars out my first record

puttin' up your motherfuckin' ear
Really, really don't a fuck and I ain't drinkin' on no beer
what 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 your face and for real
Shinin' harder than the grill it's the player Lil'

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

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

I gots to get better man, it gots to 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 done got and got a chip on my shoulder
Licks in Kuwait, got links in
Boys understand virtual reality Caravan

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

Boobie diamond Ruby's, I'm watchin' on a
Drop the top it's cotton and you 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, David

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

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

Show stoppin' end, pimp the pen once again
Peep the I send
Take levels that you devils can't comprehend
Big bout it Benz as I floss through the
Big blue lens now whatcha talkin'

Close yo' mouth as I all scores
Scream and shout my and metaphors
Mansion I constantly close
All you hoes go and take off your
Lord knows ain't no 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' tonight
Swisher rolled tight, gotta by Ike
I hit the highway, money the fly way
But got to be a better way
A way, better way, yeah