Luyện nghe bài hát Wanna Be A Baller

Wanna be a baller, caller
inch blades on the Impala
A caller laid tonight
Swisher rolled tight, gotta by Ike
I hit the highway, money then fly way
But there's got to be a way
A better way, better way,

I'ma baller, I'ma twenty crawler
on Impala, diamond rottweiller
I, 10 hauler, not a leader not
Break 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 with them foe dem
Tiny tune hop out my big form chain
With the Chong, can't forget along

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

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

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

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

In the wind smoke goes as I 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, connectin' Side

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

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

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

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

We on a fuckin' Expedition Navigator
That's how we be ridin', alligator
Puttin' it in your face and that's for
Shinin' harder the grill it's 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 goin'
that H-Town, pop trunks surround by sound

Wanna be a baller, caller
Twenty inch on the Impala
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, way, yeah

I to get better man, it gots to move on
Switched from Motorola to a PrimeCo
Broke in two chrome, now you know no dope
Used to count my spoke, now these count my inches

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

Double doors, marble floors, naked hoes me
time 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
the top it's cotton and you know I'm in a jacuzzi
Bourban and I'm swervin', man gettin' hot
My last name Lemmon, drive my tight 'um off the lot, David

be a baller, shot caller
Twenty inch blades on the
A caller laid tonight
Swisher rolled tight, sprayed 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, everything's my way, I
Everyday all day, no way
can't stop as I slide through your neighborhood
Chop, chop, chop, headed to the top
I play to win 'bout to close up shop

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

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

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