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

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

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

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

Peter Gunz & Lord Tariq

PG: We ball
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 will
LT: Ladies the pedicures
manicures & they hair done up, I ya
PG: We won't
LT: And players ride in V's
pumpin our cd's, turn it up.

Verse 2: Peter Gunz & Lord

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

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

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

If gettin money's a crime, well then I'm guilty as
Filthy rich, Lord built to be
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 bitches tryin to sleep on me
Wop
You shouldn't sign these niggas down suckin d

And now they wanna cause we double p

Got the nerve to 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
said 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 little Gunz, Tariq
Staring good, take a taste, fix yo 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 will
We won't
We ball
We fall
We will
We won't