Luyện nghe bài hát Ballin'

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

Versace from my head to my neck
Pootie Tang the belt game, show some respect
All bitches 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 when I come home
Cause that rapper 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 with my race car, Tony Yayo turn to Tony Stewart
Rap niggas die over

Just got this brand, new chopper and I'm to use it
Dry snitching niggas testifying in their
I seen niggas five minutes then they lose it
Wrap the sheet around his neck, he said, "this I couldn't do it"
A nigga in the penitentiary goin' through it
Put powder on the prison yard, started to it
Two zero's, six, six, nine, 'o seven
That's the number that gave me when I arrived
It's just another form of slavery in disguise
To all my niggas locked up just to survive, I know why

God calls 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
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 callin'

I'm yelling money over bitches, money everything
Money got me everything, every watch, 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 dimes, I treat 'em like loose change
Kobe Bryant in the clutch, ballin' my ankle 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 hoes know I came

on these hoes all the time
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 five alive, I've been out by God
I'm not on my job, too hard to argue that
Shining my records like, "where's my at?"
Came through your stereo, me charging back
I'm need 15 bombs for that
Stage in the garden, hear when all go black
Cracks in the armor, this reach than rap
Before we react, mob attack
Stacks or don't me, rain down 'til nobody standing
Won't show no snipe for army

God calls for me
I'mma keep ballin', 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 ballin'
Till the FEDs we ballin' out
Y'all niggas y'all know what this about when I'm
That house, we in and out
We ballin', ballin',
You know I got to keep
Till the FEDs we ballin' out
Y'all niggas y'all know what this about when I'm
stash house, we in and out
We ballin', ballin', ballin' we shot