Luyện nghe bài hát We Will Ball

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

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

I'm in the ruber in the sand, a tan playin frisbee
this quarter piece, sippin 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, doin two, lilo
Bought the cut from Tif, cause the feds are watchin Tito
up from an eigth, to a half, to a kilo
To makin mils, off label deal, that's for real
yo

Chorus: Peter & Lord Tariq

PG: We will
LT: Until my lady at Sach's
and got the minx on back, I tell ya
PG: We fall
LT: Until my players on the block it
and gettin in stacks, I tell ya
PG: We ball
LT: with the pedicures
manicures & they hair up, I tell ya
PG: We fall
LT: And players around in V's
pumpin our cd's, turn it up.

Verse 2: Peter & Lord Tariq

I didn't with the best of them
Fuck the rest of
Chickenheads mess with 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 dealin we fresh
jewels like I had my tongue dipped in platinum
Tanqueray get me wet, I'm drippin in
the top on the porsche, hit the clutch see you later

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

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

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

And now they sweat cause we double p

Got the nerve to call my office for a cd
Cop
Man they said we couldn't do it but we done
And they we wouldn't win but we won
said it would be better if we run
(together)
But we ran to the top of the
Platinum plaques when this rap 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 estimate a thou, we sold 5 in a week

Outro: Gunz
We will
We fall
We ball
We fall
We will
We fall