Luyện nghe bài hát Ballin'

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

down from my head to my neck
Pootie Tang 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 seven different time zones
I got a big booty bitch up in Trump
Got emergency blunts when I home
Cause that rapper weed'll have lungs gone
Yeah, beaches, unlaced bikini bottoms
Mo' money, mo' problems, fo' fo' will 'em
Just every day I'm a stank sip, 30 in the clip
Riding through that Gaza Strip, kill a quick
Hit a nigga with my race car, Tony turn to Tony Stewart
Rap niggas die music

Just got this brand, new chopper and I'm to use it
Dry snitching niggas testifying in their
I seen niggas five minutes then they lose it
Wrap the sheet around his neck, he said, "this 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 I arrived
just another form of slavery that's in disguise
To all my niggas up just trying to survive, I know why

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 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

I'm yelling money over bitches, money over
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 change
Kobe Bryant in the clutch, ballin' with my ankle
No love, got it out the mud, my shirt ain't got a
out Rollie, three fingers reppin' Rida Gang
Tire streaks in the streets so them hoes know I

Ballin' on these hoes all the
You got kids, don't need mine
Word to my design, my mama raised me to shine
These C-notes in my mind, they on rewind
I am top alive, I've been picked out by God
I'm never not on my job, too to argue that
Shining my records like, "where's my at?"
Came through your stereo, me charging back
I'm gon' 15 bombs for that
in the garden, hear when they all go black
Cracks in the armor, reach further than rap
we start react, mob attack
Stacks or don't call me, rain down nobody standing
Won't no snipe for your army

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