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 Gunz & Lord
I'm too hot to handle, too cold to
Rice the illest & don't smoke no trees
Niggas 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 than 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 in the sand, gettin a tan playin frisbee
With this quarter piece, sippin on coladas gettin
On the celly with my broker shares of stock
Cause when it stops, I'ma still be sittin in

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

Chorus: Peter & Lord Tariq

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

Verse 2: Gunz & Lord Tariq

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

Nigga we ball, we take it all never dealin we
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 see you later

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

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

Verse 3: ?, Gunz, & Lord Tariq
Well bitches tryin to sleep on me
Wop
You sign these niggas down they suckin d

And now they wanna sweat we double p

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

We just tryin to eat, the 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 fall