Luyện nghe bài hát Ballin'

Until God for me
I'mma keep ballin', keep on
To my and my bitches looking down on me
I know y'all see me when I'm
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 to my neck
Pootie Tang the belt game, show some respect
All these on my dick, same, old shit
R.I.P. to C, I'm the same, old pimp
Fly over seven different time
I got a big booty bitch up in Trump
Got emergency blunts when I home
Cause that weed'll have your lungs gone
Yeah, Malibu beaches, unlaced bottoms
Mo' money, mo' problems, fo' fo' will 'em
Just every day I'm with a stank sip, 30 in the
Riding through that Gaza Strip, kill a quick
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 last five then they lose it
the sheet around his neck, he said, "this time I couldn't do it"
A platinum nigga in the penitentiary goin' it
Put on the prison yard, started getting to it
Two zero's, six, six, nine, 'o seven
That's the number that they gave me when I
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 ballin', keep on ballin'
To my and my bitches looking down on me
I y'all see me when I'm ballin'
You know I got to keep
the FEDs come we ballin' out
Y'all niggas y'all know what this about I'm ballin'
stash house, we in and out
We ballin', ballin', ballin', we callin'

I'm money over bitches, money over everything
Money got me everything, watch, every chain
Every brick, whip, kicks with designer names
I to hustle taxes, whose child I can claim
all my mama's bills so how can she complain?
Call my bitches dimes, I treat 'em loose change
Kobe Bryant in the clutch, ballin' with my sprained
No love, got it out the mud, my shirt got a stain
out Rollie, three fingers reppin' Rida Gang
Tire streaks in the streets so them hoes know I

on these hoes all the time
You got your kids, don't mine
to my favorite design, my mama raised me to shine
These 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 your stereo, feel me back
I'm need 15 bombs for that
Stage in the garden, hear when all go black
Cracks in the armor, reach further than rap
Before we start react, mob
Stacks or don't call me, rain 'til nobody standing
Won't no snipe for your army

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