Luyện nghe bài hát Way I'm Ballin

I got choppers on the table, and shotguns in my
Human Torch, I spit like I'm a living, breathing dragon
Hundred thousand in my bitch, that's the way I'm ballin'
And yo' hoe give super brain, yeah she give Stephen Hawking
I it one hundred like Ortega with a fastball
Smoking on that OG got me higher than cholesterol
Trick or treating, I'll run up on you and rob you with my off
There's a reason for but my niggas kill just because
Whoa nigga, and I'm like "whoa"
You don't want no fucking problems 'cause you niggas some hoes
If my nigga T told me to get 'em, I'ma kill 'em just that
I'm the heart of my city 'cause I that cardiac
All my I been this cold
She me brain like I enrolled
I kill yo' track and get
I'm as fuck, I'm in my zone
These niggas selling dreams but I'm too
So I they won't get sold
I'm on the road to riches and I'll ram you off the bitch

(Hook)

ain't what you want
Put that gun to yo' hoe head, her tell me what you don't
Got some rocks in my pockets, that's a pocket full of stones
Fuck me 'cause I fuck around and got that shit from Neil Armstrong