Luyện nghe bài hát Wanna Be A Baller

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

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

Bust a left, a right, I'm sight, I'm throwed
I'm bouncin' off the road, I'm in a modem them foe dem
Tiny tune hop out my big body chain
With the Chong, can't forget Moet

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

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

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

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 down on Vogues
Twenty Lorenzo, all up in my nose
Yo eyes, get froze, as you see my low
red, two-do', let my top down slow

Hittin', my remote, sittin', in my
Presidential V-12 that AMG kit
It don't quit, as I get
From K.C. to H-Town, connectin' South

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

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

Sittin' Fat Down South, 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 record deal

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 it's Side

We on a fuckin' Expedition Navigator
That's how we be ridin', suitcasin'
Puttin' it in your face and for real
Shinin' harder the grill it's the player Lil' Will

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

be a baller, shot caller
Twenty inch on the Impala
A caller gettin' laid
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 gots to get better man, it gots to on
Switched from to a PrimeCo phone
Broke in two chrome, now you no dope pigeon
Used to count my spoke, now these count my inches

Had to get older, man, it got
I done got grown and got a on my shoulder
in Kuwait, got links in Pakistan
Boys understand virtual reality Caravan

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

diamond Ruby's, I'm watchin' on a movie
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, Taylor

Wanna be a baller, shot
Twenty blades on the Impala
A caller gettin' laid
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, everything's my way, I
all day, ain't no way
Boys can't stop as I 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 message I
Take these levels you devils can't comprehend
Big bout it Benz as I floss through the
Big blue lens now whatcha talkin'

yo' mouth as I settle all scores
Scream and shout my similes and
Mansion I constantly close
All you hoes go and take off your
Lord knows ain't no to play
Commence to fuckin' and-a on the H.A.W.K.

Wanna be a baller, shot
inch blades on the Impala
A caller gettin' 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,