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 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 know this about when I'm ballin'
stash house, we in and out
We ballin', ballin', ballin', we callin'

Versace down from my to my neck
Tang with 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 blunts when I come home
Cause that rapper weed'll have your lungs
Yeah, Malibu beaches, bikini bottoms
Mo' money, mo' problems, fo' fo' solve 'em
Just every day I'm with a stank sip, 30 in the
Riding through that Strip, kill a nigga quick
Hit a nigga with my car, Tony Yayo turn to Tony Stewart
Rap niggas die music

Just got brand, new chopper and I'm dying to use it
Dry snitching testifying in their music
I seen niggas last five minutes 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 seven
That's the number they gave me when I arrived
It's just 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 keep ballin', keep on
To my niggas and my bitches looking 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 this about I'm ballin'
That house, we in and out
We ballin', ballin', ballin', we shot

I'm yelling money bitches, money over everything
Money got me everything, every watch, 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 dimes, I treat 'em like loose 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 fingers reppin' Rida
Tire streaks in the streets so them hoes know I

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

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