Luyện nghe bài hát Wanna Be A Baller

Wanna be a baller, shot
Twenty inch on the Impala
A gettin' laid tonight
Swisher rolled tight, 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 boys off I'ma twenty crawler

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

I'm hot, find me lookin' good, diamonds my wood
Man it's got money in my hood
I'm pushing, big can't 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 indo out the do'
lit the stash green, man, I'm lookin' clean
Want remote control screens with ice

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

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

In the wind smoke goes as I crawl 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
V-12 with that AMG kit
It don't quit, as I get
From K.C. to H-Town, connectin' South

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

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 got to be a better way
A better way, better way,

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

puttin' up your motherfuckin' ear
Really, really give a fuck and I ain't drinkin' on no beer
Codeine what I sip, pistol grip when I
Trunk hit fo' baby it's South Side

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

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

be a baller, shot caller
Twenty inch blades on the
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, 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
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 links in
Boys understand virtual reality Caravan

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

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

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

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 play to win 'bout to up shop

Show stoppin' dead end, the pen once again
Peep the message I
Take these levels that you devils comprehend
Big it Benz as I floss through the south
Big blue lens now talkin' about?

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

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