Luyện nghe bài hát We Will Ball

Intro: Gunz
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 & don't smoke no trees
won't test, but they turn around & freeze
Might get mic cancer the way I m.c.s

Nigga we did it all from flippin burgs to manipulating
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 shit corrrect, ya

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

And I'm in a benz, comin through, two, pumpin lilo
Bought the cut from Tif, cause the feds are watchin Tito
Stepped up from an eigth, to a half, to a
To mils, off this 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 won't
LT: my players on the block doin it
and gettin in stacks, I tell ya
PG: We ball
LT: Ladies with the
& they 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: Gunz & Lord Tariq

I didn't ball with the best of
Fuck the of them
Chickenheads mess with them
Dimes even stressin em
all about franc & pounds & dinero
The same shit that helped me get my

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

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

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

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

And now they sweat cause we double p

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

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

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