Luyện nghe bài hát Ball

ay we walk off in this bitch
Ballin' in this
out the Lambos and Ferraris in this bitch
Poppin' bottles a thick red super model bitch
They may talking a lot of but they can't do alot of this
Ay, told me turn the lights on
So I grab the and threw the ice on
I'ma big dawg, got 'em off
A lot of rapping ain't none this raw
They like, ay at T.I., ballin' in the V.I
of bad bitches with a' looking like Aaliyah
We just up, hop out, go in, show out
Buy the bar, pop bottles go hard

This so packed, these hoes so drunk
club so packed, these hoes so drunk
This club so packed, hoes so drunk
I gotta bottle, gotta model, gotta molly, blunt

Ball, ball, ball,
Ball, ball, ball,
Ball, ball, ball, (This club so packed, these hoes so drunk)

I got a bottle, got a model, got a molly, got a

The club full of bad bitches and they to play
Okay it must be your ass 'cause it ain't your
Now if you looking for them bottles and them stacks
You make your way up to my section where at girl
Okay now do you wanna kick it with a nigga with a meal
Broke looking mad, they just gotta deal with it
Get ho, roll a dice ho
And you gotta be a dike 'cause you like hoes
But everyday I step behind a
I do it big, ride fly, stunt, and ball
I got a bunch of money, so and get it from me
And a bucket full of bottles, it open, if you wanna get drunk

This club so packed, these so drunk
club so packed, these hoes so drunk
This so packed, these hoes so drunk
I gotta bottle, gotta model, gotta molly, blunt

Ball, ball, ball,
Ball, ball, ball,
Ball, ball, ball, ball (This so packed, these hoes so drunk)

I got a bottle, got a model, got a molly, got a

no nigga like a Young Money nigga
Pop that pussy like a gun, pull the
Shake that ass a salt shaker
I keep a L lit up like an
Bitch shake it like a dog, hop like a frog, ride it like a
I throw that dick darts
all muddy, flag all bloody
I'm killin' hoes like that nigga Ted Bundy
I'm a looking rapper, I ain't tryna stunt
Ima fire my blunt Donald Trump
you at ho? Where you at ho?
Can a nigga his key up in ya back door (Turn the lights on)

This club so packed, these hoes so
This so packed, these hoes so drunk
This so packed, these hoes so drunk
I gotta bottle, gotta model, molly, gotta blunt

And do ya thing in slow motion like Soulja
And come around, wipe me like Boosie dem
That thang up for me, me that you love me
If it's really too much for you you can a couple buddies
Everyday I do my thang, big stones and
She let me all in her mouth, no novacane
other broke niggas, all they did was told ya thangs
I could get ya on that G4 and ya thangs
I like my fat ass pretty toes and thing
hair don't care as long as none down there
If it's manicured I can have fun down
Take you to whatever throw some money in the air

This so packed, these hoes so drunk
club so packed, these hoes so drunk
This so packed, these hoes so drunk
I gotta bottle, gotta bottle, molly, gotta blunt

Ball, ball, ball,
Ball, ball, ball,
Ball, ball, ball, ball (This so packed, these hoes so drunk)

I got a bottle, got a model, got a molly, got a