Luyện nghe bài hát Ballin'

Until God for me
I'mma keep ballin', on ballin'
To my niggas and my bitches down on me
I know see me when I'm ballin'
You know I got to ballin'
Till the come we ballin' out
Y'all niggas know 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 these 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 up in Trump 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 day I'm with a stank sip, 30 in the clip
Riding through that Gaza Strip, kill a quick
Hit a nigga with my car, Tony Yayo turn to Tony Stewart
Rap die over music

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

God calls 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'
the FEDs 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 callin'

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

on these hoes all the time
You got kids, don't need mine
to my favorite design, my mama raised me to shine
These play in my mind, they on rewind
I am top five alive, I've been out by God
I'm never not on my job, too hard to that
Shining my like, "where's my target at?"
Came through your stereo, feel me back
I'm gon' 15 bombs for that
in the garden, hear when they all go black
Cracks in the armor, this reach further rap
Before we react, mob attack
Stacks or don't call me, rain down 'til nobody
Won't show no for your army

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