Luyện nghe bài hát Ballin'

Until God for me
keep ballin', keep on ballin'
To my niggas and my bitches down on me
I know y'all see me I'm ballin'
You know I got to ballin'
the FEDs come we ballin' out
Y'all niggas y'all know what this about 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 bitches on my dick, same, old shit
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 I come home
Cause that rapper have your lungs gone
Yeah, Malibu beaches, bikini bottoms
Mo' money, mo' problems, fo' fo' will 'em
every day I'm with a stank sip, 30 in the clip
Riding that Gaza Strip, kill a nigga quick
Hit a nigga with my race car, Tony 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 niggas last five minutes then they lose 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 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 form of slavery in disguise
To all my niggas locked up trying to survive, I know why

Until God 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 I got to keep ballin'
the FEDs 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', ballin', we shot

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

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

Until God 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 keep
Till the FEDs 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'
Till the FEDs 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