Luyện nghe bài hát Ballin'

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

Versace from my head to my neck
Tang with the belt game, show some respect
All bitches on my dick, same, old shit
R.I.P. to Pimp C, I'm the same, old
Fly seven different time zones
I got a big booty bitch up in zone
Got emergency blunts when I come
Cause that weed'll have your lungs gone
Yeah, Malibu beaches, bikini bottoms
Mo' money, mo' problems, fo' fo' will 'em
Just every day I'm with a sip, 30 in the clip
Riding that Gaza Strip, kill a nigga quick
Hit a nigga with my race car, Tony Yayo turn to Stewart
Rap die over music

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

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

I'm yelling money over bitches, money everything
Money got me everything, watch, every chain
Every brick, whip, kicks with designer names
I used to taxes, whose child I can claim
all my mama's bills so how can she complain?
Call my dimes, I treat 'em like loose change
Kobe Bryant in the clutch, with my ankle sprained
No love, got it out the mud, my shirt got a stain
Iced out Rollie, fingers reppin' Rida Gang
Tire streaks in the streets so them know I came

on these hoes all the time
You got kids, don't need mine
Word to my favorite design, my mama me to shine
C-notes play in my mind, they on rewind
I am top alive, I've been picked out by God
I'm not on my job, too hard to argue that
Shining my like, "where's my target at?"
through your stereo, feel me charging back
I'm need 15 bombs for that
Stage in the garden, hear they all go black
Cracks in the armor, this reach than rap
Before we start react, mob
Stacks or don't call me, rain down 'til standing
Won't show no for your army

God calls for me
I'mma ballin', keep on ballin'
To my niggas and my looking down on me
I know y'all see me I'm ballin'
You I got to keep ballin'
Till the FEDs come we out
niggas y'all know what this about when I'm ballin'
That 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'