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 & Lord Tariq
I'm too hot to handle, too to freeze
Rice the illest shit & smoke 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 from burgs to manipulating words
Gettin less than four Os on a is absurd
I got the five it's feasible, but the six is
So when I step, you have my shit corrrect, ya heard

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

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

Peter Gunz & Lord Tariq

PG: We ball
LT: Until my lady at Sach's
and got the minx on they back, I ya
PG: We won't
LT: Until my on the block doin it
and money in stacks, I tell ya
PG: We will
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 of them
Chickenheads don't mess with
Dimes even stressin em
all about franc & pounds & dinero
The shit that helped me get my six-zero-zero

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

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

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

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

And now they wanna sweat cause we 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 rap shit was fallin apart
Well she mention little Gunz,
Staring good, take a taste, fix yo face bitch, ain't nothin

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

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