Luyện nghe bài hát Ballin'

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 I'm ballin'
You I got to keep 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
Pootie 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 over seven time zones
I got a big booty bitch up in zone
Got emergency when I come home
that rapper weed'll have your lungs gone
Yeah, Malibu beaches, unlaced bikini
Mo' money, mo' problems, fo' fo' will 'em
Just every day I'm with a sip, 30 in the clip
Riding through Gaza Strip, kill a nigga quick
Hit a nigga with my race car, Tony 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 nigga in the penitentiary goin' it
Put powder on the prison yard, started to it
Two zero's, six, six, nine, 'o five
That's the number they gave me when I arrived
It's just another of slavery that's in disguise
To all my niggas up just trying to survive, I know why

Until God for me
I'mma keep ballin', 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 come we ballin' out
Y'all niggas y'all know what about when I'm ballin'
stash house, we in and out
We ballin', ballin', ballin', we shot

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

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

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