Luyện nghe bài hát Ballin'

Until God for me
keep ballin', keep on ballin'
To my niggas and my bitches looking on me
I know see me when I'm ballin'
You know I got to keep
Till the FEDs 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

down from my head to my neck
Pootie Tang with the belt game, show respect
All these on my dick, same, old shit
R.I.P. to C, I'm the same, old pimp
Fly over seven time zones
I got a big booty bitch up in Trump
Got emergency blunts when I home
Cause that rapper weed'll have your gone
Yeah, beaches, unlaced bikini bottoms
Mo' money, mo' problems, fo' fo' solve 'em
Just every day I'm with a sip, 30 in the clip
through that Gaza Strip, kill a nigga quick
Hit a nigga with my car, Tony Yayo turn to Tony Stewart
Rap niggas die music

got this brand, new chopper and I'm dying to use it
Dry snitching niggas testifying in their
I seen niggas last minutes then they lose it
Wrap the sheet his neck, he said, "this time I couldn't do it"
A platinum in the penitentiary goin' through it
Put on the prison 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 just trying to survive, I why

God calls for me
I'mma ballin', keep on ballin'
To my niggas and my bitches looking 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 what this about when I'm
That house, we in and out
We ballin', ballin', ballin', we shot

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

Ballin' on hoes all the time
You got your kids, don't need
to my favorite 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 not on my job, too hard to argue that
Shining my like, "where's my target at?"
Came through your stereo, feel me back
I'm need 15 bombs for that
Stage in the garden, hear they all go black
Cracks in the armor, reach further than rap
Before we react, mob attack
Stacks or don't call me, rain down nobody standing
Won't no snipe 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 come we ballin' out
Y'all niggas y'all know what this about when I'm
stash house, we in and out
We ballin', ballin',
You know I got to ballin'
Till the FEDs we ballin' out
niggas y'all know what this about when I'm ballin'
That house, we in and out
We ballin', ballin', we shot callin'