Luyện nghe bài hát We Will Ball

Intro: Peter
Feel it, it
Coma ona, on
DA, DA, DA
ya at(where ya at)
yo

Verse 1: Peter Gunz & Tariq
I'm too hot to handle, too to freeze
Rice the illest shit & smoke no trees
Niggas won't test, but turn around & freeze
get mic cancer the way I smoke m.c.s

Nigga we did it all from burgs to manipulating words
Gettin less four Os on a check is absurd
I got the five it's feasible, but the six is
So I step, you better have my shit corrrect, ya heard

I'm in the ruber in the sand, gettin a tan frisbee
With quarter piece, sippin on coladas gettin dizzy
On the with my broker buyin shares of stock
Cause it stops, I'ma still be sittin in drops

And I'm in a benz, through, doin two, pumpin lilo
Bought the cut jewels Tif, cause the feds are watchin Tito
Stepped up an eigth, to a half, to a kilo
To makin mils, off label deal, that's for real
yo

Chorus: Peter Gunz & Lord

PG: We will
LT: Until my lady shoppin at
and got the minx on they back, I ya
PG: We fall
LT: Until my players on the block it
and gettin in stacks, I tell ya
PG: We ball
LT: Ladies the pedicures
manicures & hair done up, I tell ya
PG: We won't
LT: And players ride in V's
our cd's, just turn it up.

Verse 2: Peter Gunz & Tariq

I didn't ball the best of them
the rest of them
Chickenheads don't mess them
Dimes ain't stressin em
It's all about franc & & dinero
The same shit that helped me get my

Nigga we ball, we take it all never we fresh
Talk jewels like I had my dipped in platinum
Tanqueray get me wet, I'm in activator
Drop the top on the porsche, hit the see you later

Well I tried to my P-O, screamed on the C-O
Before I turn 3-O, I'll be
Young black millionaire, why you in there
Checkin asses, just some herb with the bashes

If gettin a crime, well then I'm guilty as charged
Filthy rich, Lord built to be
have the city sick
Pullin silver shit out the garage
Under the sun with yo chick a massage

Verse 3: ?, Peter Gunz, & Tariq
Well these bitches tryin to on me
Wop
You shouldn't sign these niggas they suckin d

And now wanna sweat cause we double p

Got the nerve to call my office for a cd
Cop
Man they said we do it but we it's done
And they said we win but we won
They said it would be if we run
(together)
But we ran to the top of the
Platinum when this rap shit was fallin apart
Well she little Gunz, Tariq
Staring good, take a taste, fix yo face bitch, nothin sweet

We just to eat, the Bronx applyin the heat
You estimate a thou, we sold 5 in a week

Outro: Peter
We ball
We won't
We will
We fall
We will
We fall