Luyện nghe bài hát Ballin'

Until God for me
keep ballin', keep on ballin'
To my and my bitches looking down on me
I y'all see me when I'm ballin'
You I got to keep ballin'
Till the FEDs we ballin' out
Y'all niggas y'all know what this when I'm ballin'
stash house, we in and out
We ballin', ballin', ballin', we shot

Versace down 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 over seven time zones
I got a big booty bitch up in zone
Got blunts when I come home
that rapper weed'll have your lungs gone
Yeah, Malibu beaches, unlaced bottoms
Mo' money, mo' problems, fo' fo' solve 'em
Just every day I'm a stank sip, 30 in the clip
Riding through that Gaza Strip, kill a nigga
Hit a nigga with my race car, Tony Yayo turn to Tony
Rap niggas die over

Just got this brand, new chopper and I'm to use it
Dry snitching testifying in their music
I seen niggas last five minutes then lose it
the sheet around 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, getting to it
Two zero's, six, six, nine, 'o five
the number that they gave me when I arrived
It's just another form of slavery in disguise
To all my niggas locked up just to survive, I know why

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 I got to keep ballin'
Till the come we ballin' out
Y'all niggas y'all know what this when I'm ballin'
stash house, we in and out
We ballin', ballin', ballin', we shot

I'm yelling money over bitches, money everything
Money got me everything, every watch, every
brick, every 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 '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 Rida Gang
Tire streaks in the streets so them hoes I came

Ballin' on hoes all the time
You got kids, don't need mine
Word to my design, my mama raised me to shine
These C-notes play in my mind, on rewind
I am top five alive, been 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 need 15 bombs for that
in the garden, hear when 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 'til nobody
Won't no snipe for your army

Until God for me
I'mma ballin', keep 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 FEDs we ballin' out
Y'all y'all know what this about when I'm ballin'
stash house, we in and out
We ballin', ballin',
You know I got to keep
the FEDs come 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