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 & Lord 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
Might get mic the way I smoke m.c.s

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

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

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

Chorus: Peter Gunz & Lord

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

Verse 2: Peter & Lord Tariq

I didn't with the best of them
Fuck the rest of
Chickenheads don't mess with
Dimes ain't even em
It's all about franc & pounds &
The shit that helped me get my six-zero-zero

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

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

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

Verse 3: ?, Gunz, & Lord Tariq
Well these bitches to sleep on me
Wop
You shouldn't these niggas down they suckin d

And now wanna sweat cause we double p

Got the nerve to my office for a free cd
Cop
Man they we couldn't do it but we it's done
And they said we win but we won
They it would be better if we run
(together)
But we ran to the top of the
Platinum plaques this rap shit was fallin apart
Well she mention little Gunz,
Staring good, take a taste, fix yo face bitch, nothin sweet

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

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