Luyện nghe bài hát Ballin'

Until God for me
I'mma ballin', keep on ballin'
To my and my bitches looking down on me
I know see me when I'm ballin'
You I got to keep ballin'
Till the 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 from my head to my
Pootie with the belt game, show some respect
All these bitches on my dick, same, old
R.I.P. to Pimp C, I'm the same, old
Fly over different time zones
I got a big booty bitch up in zone
Got blunts when I come home
Cause that rapper weed'll your lungs gone
Yeah, Malibu beaches, unlaced bottoms
Mo' money, mo' problems, fo' fo' solve 'em
Just every day I'm with a stank sip, 30 in the
Riding that Gaza Strip, kill a nigga quick
Hit a nigga with my car, Tony Yayo turn to Tony Stewart
Rap die over music

Just got this brand, new chopper and I'm to use it
Dry snitching niggas testifying in their
I seen niggas last five minutes then they it
Wrap the sheet his neck, he said, "this time I couldn't do it"
A nigga in the penitentiary 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 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

Until God for me
I'mma keep ballin', keep on
To my niggas and my bitches 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 y'all know what this about when I'm ballin'
That house, we in and out
We ballin', ballin', ballin', we callin'

I'm yelling money over bitches, money everything
got me everything, every watch, every chain
Every brick, every whip, kicks designer names
I used to hustle taxes, whose child I can
Paid all my mama's so how can she complain?
Call my bitches dimes, I treat 'em like change
Kobe Bryant in the clutch, ballin' 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 hoes I came

Ballin' on these hoes all the
You got your kids, need mine
Word to my favorite design, my mama me to shine
These C-notes play in my mind, on rewind
I am top five alive, I've picked out by God
I'm never not on my job, too hard to argue
my records like, "where's my target at?"
Came through your stereo, feel me back
I'm gon' need 15 bombs for
Stage in the garden, when 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 nobody standing
Won't show no snipe for army

God calls 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'
Till the come we ballin' out
Y'all niggas y'all know what this about I'm ballin'
That house, we in and out
We ballin', ballin',
You know I got to ballin'
the FEDs come we ballin' out
Y'all niggas y'all know this about when I'm ballin'
stash house, we in and out
We ballin', ballin', ballin' we shot