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 y'all see me I'm ballin'
You I got to keep ballin'
the FEDs come we ballin' out
Y'all y'all know what this about when I'm ballin'
That house, we in and out
We ballin', ballin', ballin', we shot

Versace down my head to my neck
Pootie Tang with the belt game, show some
All these bitches on my dick, same, old
R.I.P. to Pimp C, I'm the same, old
Fly seven different time zones
I got a big booty up in Trump zone
Got emergency blunts I come home
that rapper weed'll have your lungs gone
Yeah, Malibu beaches, unlaced bikini
Mo' money, mo' problems, fo' fo' solve 'em
Just every day I'm with a stank sip, 30 in the
Riding through Gaza Strip, kill a nigga quick
Hit a nigga with my race car, Tony Yayo turn to Stewart
Rap die over music

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

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

I'm yelling money bitches, money over everything
Money got me everything, every watch, every
Every brick, every whip, kicks designer names
I used to taxes, whose child I can claim
Paid all my bills so how can she complain?
my bitches dimes, I treat 'em like loose change
Kobe Bryant in the clutch, 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

on these hoes all the time
You got your kids, don't need
Word to my design, my mama raised me to shine
These C-notes play in my mind, they on
I am top five alive, been picked out by God
I'm never not on my job, too to argue that
Shining my records like, "where's my at?"
Came through your stereo, feel me charging
I'm gon' need 15 for that
Stage in the garden, hear 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 nobody
show no snipe for your army

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