Luyện nghe bài hát Ballin'

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

Versace down from my to my neck
Tang 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 seven different zones
I got a big bitch up in Trump zone
Got emergency when I come home
Cause that rapper weed'll have your gone
Yeah, beaches, unlaced bikini bottoms
Mo' money, mo' problems, fo' fo' solve 'em
every day I'm with a stank sip, 30 in the clip
Riding through that Gaza Strip, kill a quick
Hit a nigga with my race car, Tony turn to Tony Stewart
Rap niggas die over

Just got this brand, new and I'm dying to use it
Dry niggas testifying in their 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 goin' through it
Put powder on the prison yard, started to it
Two zero's, six, six, nine, 'o five
That's the number they gave me when I arrived
It's just another form of that's in disguise
To all my niggas up just trying to survive, I know why

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

I'm money over bitches, money over everything
Money got me everything, every watch, every
Every brick, whip, kicks with designer names
I used to hustle taxes, child I can claim
all my mama's bills so how can she complain?
Call my 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 got a stain
Iced out Rollie, fingers reppin' Rida Gang
Tire streaks in the streets so them hoes I came

Ballin' on hoes all the time
You got your kids, don't mine
Word to my favorite design, my mama me to shine
These play 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 records like, "where's my at?"
Came through your stereo, me charging back
I'm need 15 bombs for that
Stage in the garden, when they all go black
Cracks in the armor, reach further than rap
we start react, mob attack
Stacks or don't call me, rain down 'til standing
Won't show no for your army

Until God for me
keep 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 ballin'
Till the FEDs come we 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 ballin'
Till the come we ballin' out
niggas y'all know what this about when I'm ballin'
That house, we in and out
We ballin', ballin', ballin' we shot