Luyện nghe bài hát Ballin'

Until God for me
keep 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 niggas y'all know what this about I'm ballin'
That house, we in and out
We ballin', ballin', ballin', we callin'

Versace down from my head to my
Pootie Tang with the belt game, some 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 up in Trump zone
Got emergency blunts I come home
Cause that weed'll have your lungs gone
Yeah, beaches, unlaced bikini bottoms
Mo' money, mo' problems, fo' fo' will 'em
Just every day I'm with a 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 die over music

Just got this brand, new chopper and I'm to use it
Dry snitching niggas testifying in music
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 prison yard, getting to it
Two zero's, six, six, nine, 'o seven
That's the that they gave me when I arrived
It's just another form of slavery that's in
To all my niggas up just trying to survive, I know why

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

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

Ballin' on hoes all the time
You got your kids, need mine
Word to my favorite design, my mama me to shine
These C-notes play in my mind, on rewind
I am top alive, I've been picked out by God
I'm never not on my job, too hard to argue
Shining my like, "where's my target at?"
Came through stereo, feel me charging back
I'm need 15 bombs for that
Stage in the garden, hear when they all go
Cracks in the armor, reach further than rap
we start react, mob attack
Stacks or 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 bitches looking on me
I know y'all see me 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'
stash house, we in and out
We ballin', ballin',
You I got to keep 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 shot