Luyện nghe bài hát Wanna Be A Baller

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

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

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

I'ma crawl puffin' on the Optimo hit the sto'
I'ma go 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, money the fly way
But got to be a better way
A better way, way, yeah

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
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 V-12 with AMG kit
It quit, as I get high
From K.C. to H-Town, connectin' Side

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

Wanna be a baller, shot
Twenty inch blades on the
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

Fat Down South, rollin' Benz on blocks
Mo' I got, signin' with Shortstop
And that's for real, so tell me how you
To a million dollars out my first record deal

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

We on a fuckin' mission Expedition
how we be ridin', alligator suitcasin'
Puttin' it in your face and that's for
Shinin' harder than the grill it's the player Lil'

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

Wanna be a baller, shot
Twenty inch blades on the
A caller gettin' 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 gots to get better man, it gots to on
Switched from 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 done got grown and got a chip on my
Licks in Kuwait, got in Pakistan
Boys understand virtual reality Caravan

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

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

Wanna be a baller, caller
Twenty inch blades on the
A caller laid tonight
rolled 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

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, headed to the top
I only to win 'bout to close up shop

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

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

Wanna be a baller, caller
Twenty blades 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, way, yeah