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: Gunz & Lord Tariq
I'm too hot to handle, too to freeze
Rice the illest shit & smoke no trees
Niggas test, but they turn around & freeze
get mic cancer the way I smoke m.c.s

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

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

And I'm in a benz, comin through, doin two, pumpin
the cut jewels from Tif, cause the feds are watchin Tito
Stepped up from an eigth, to a half, to a
To makin mils, off this 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 they back, I ya
PG: We fall
LT: Until my players on the block it
and gettin in stacks, I tell ya
PG: We will
LT: with the pedicures
& they hair done up, I tell ya
PG: We fall
LT: And ride around in V's
our cd's, just turn it up.

Verse 2: Peter Gunz & Lord

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

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 in activator
Drop the top on the porsche, hit the clutch see you

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

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

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

And now they wanna cause we double p

Got the nerve to call my for a free cd
Cop
Man they said we couldn't do it but we it's
And said we wouldn't win but we won
They it would be better if we run
(together)
But we ran to the top of the
Platinum plaques when this rap shit was fallin
Well she little Gunz, Tariq
Staring good, a taste, fix yo face bitch, ain't 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 fall
We will
We fall
We ball
We won't