Luyện nghe bài hát Ballin'

Until God for me
I'mma keep ballin', keep on
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 FEDs come we out
Y'all niggas y'all know what this about I'm ballin'
stash house, we in and out
We ballin', ballin', ballin', we shot

Versace from my head to my neck
Pootie with the belt game, show some respect
All these 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 bitch up in Trump zone
Got blunts when I come home
Cause that weed'll have your lungs gone
Yeah, Malibu beaches, unlaced bikini
Mo' money, mo' problems, fo' fo' solve 'em
Just every day I'm a stank sip, 30 in the clip
Riding through Gaza Strip, kill a nigga quick
Hit a nigga with my race car, Tony Yayo turn to Tony
Rap die over music

Just got brand, new chopper and I'm dying to use it
Dry snitching testifying in their music
I seen last five minutes then they lose it
the sheet around his neck, he said, "this time I couldn't do it"
A platinum nigga in the penitentiary through it
Put powder on the yard, started getting to it
Two zero's, six, six, nine, 'o five
That's the number that they gave me when I
It's just form of slavery that's in disguise
To all my locked 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 I'm ballin'
You know I got to keep
the FEDs come we ballin' 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
Money got me everything, watch, every chain
Every brick, every whip, kicks with designer
I used to taxes, whose child I can claim
Paid all my mama's so how can she complain?
my bitches 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, three fingers reppin' Rida
Tire streaks in the streets so them know I came

Ballin' on these hoes all the
You got your kids, don't mine
Word to my favorite design, my raised me to shine
C-notes play in my mind, they on rewind
I am top five alive, 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 stereo, feel me charging back
I'm gon' 15 bombs for that
Stage in the garden, when they all go black
Cracks in the armor, reach further than rap
Before we start react, mob
Stacks or don't call me, rain down 'til standing
Won't no snipe for your army

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