Luyện nghe bài hát Ballin'

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

Versace down from my to my neck
Pootie with the belt game, show some respect
All these bitches on my dick, same, old
R.I.P. to C, I'm the same, old pimp
Fly over different time zones
I got a big booty up in Trump zone
Got emergency blunts when I come
Cause that rapper weed'll have your gone
Yeah, Malibu beaches, unlaced bottoms
Mo' money, mo' problems, fo' fo' will 'em
Just day I'm with a stank sip, 30 in the clip
Riding through that Gaza Strip, kill a nigga
Hit a nigga with my car, Tony Yayo turn to Tony Stewart
Rap niggas die over

Just got this brand, new chopper and I'm to use it
Dry niggas testifying in their music
I seen niggas last five minutes they lose it
Wrap the sheet around his neck, he said, "this time I do it"
A platinum in the penitentiary goin' through it
Put powder on the prison yard, started to it
Two zero's, six, six, nine, 'o five
That's the number that they me when I arrived
It's another form of slavery that's in disguise
To all my niggas locked up just trying to survive, I why

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 know I got to ballin'
Till the 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 yelling over bitches, money over everything
Money got me everything, every watch, every
Every brick, whip, kicks with designer names
I used to 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
Bryant in the clutch, ballin' with my ankle sprained
No love, got it out the mud, my shirt ain't got a
out Rollie, three fingers reppin' Rida Gang
Tire streaks in the streets so them hoes I came

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

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