Luyện nghe bài hát Ballin'

Until God for me
I'mma ballin', keep on ballin'
To my niggas and my bitches down on me
I y'all see me when I'm ballin'
You know I got to ballin'
the FEDs come we ballin' out
Y'all niggas y'all know what this about when I'm
That house, we in and out
We ballin', ballin', ballin', we callin'

Versace down my head to my neck
Pootie Tang with the belt game, show respect
All these bitches on my dick, same, old
R.I.P. to Pimp C, I'm the same, old
Fly over seven different zones
I got a big bitch up in Trump zone
Got emergency when I come home
Cause that rapper weed'll have your gone
Yeah, Malibu beaches, unlaced bikini
Mo' money, mo' problems, fo' fo' solve 'em
Just every day I'm with a sip, 30 in the clip
Riding through that Strip, kill a nigga quick
Hit a nigga with my car, Tony Yayo turn to Tony Stewart
Rap niggas die music

Just got this brand, new and I'm dying to use it
Dry snitching niggas testifying in their
I seen niggas last five then they lose it
the sheet around his neck, he said, "this time I couldn't do it"
A platinum in the penitentiary goin' through it
Put powder on the prison yard, started to it
Two zero's, six, six, nine, 'o five
That's the number that they me when I arrived
It's just form of slavery that's in disguise
To all my locked up just trying to survive, I know why

God calls for me
I'mma ballin', keep on ballin'
To my and my bitches looking down on me
I know y'all see me when I'm
You know I got to ballin'
Till the FEDs we ballin' out
Y'all niggas y'all know what this about when I'm
stash house, we in and out
We ballin', ballin', ballin', we shot

I'm yelling money over bitches, money over
Money got me everything, watch, every chain
brick, every whip, kicks with designer names
I to hustle taxes, whose child I can claim
Paid all my mama's so how can she complain?
Call my bitches dimes, I treat 'em loose change
Kobe Bryant in the clutch, with my ankle sprained
No love, got it out the mud, my ain't got a stain
out Rollie, three fingers reppin' Rida Gang
Tire streaks in the streets so them hoes know I

Ballin' on hoes all the time
You got your kids, don't need
Word to my design, my mama raised me to shine
These C-notes play in my mind, on rewind
I am top five alive, been picked out by God
I'm never not on my job, too hard to argue
Shining my records like, "where's my at?"
Came through stereo, feel me charging back
I'm need 15 bombs for that
Stage in the garden, when they all go black
Cracks in the armor, reach further than rap
Before we start react, mob
Stacks or don't call me, rain down 'til standing
Won't show no snipe for your

God calls for me
I'mma keep ballin', on ballin'
To my niggas and my bitches looking on me
I know y'all see me when I'm
You know I got to keep
Till the FEDs come we out
Y'all y'all know what this about when I'm ballin'
stash house, we in and out
We ballin', ballin',
You I got to keep ballin'
Till the FEDs come we out
Y'all niggas y'all know what this about I'm ballin'
stash house, we in and out
We ballin', ballin', we shot callin'