Luyện nghe bài hát Ballin'

Until God 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 ballin'
Till the 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', ballin', we shot

Versace down from my to my neck
Pootie Tang with the belt game, 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 time
I got a big bitch up in Trump zone
Got emergency blunts I come home
Cause that weed'll have your lungs gone
Yeah, Malibu beaches, unlaced bikini
Mo' money, mo' problems, fo' fo' will '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 turn to Tony Stewart
Rap niggas die music

Just got this brand, new chopper and I'm to use it
Dry niggas testifying in their music
I niggas last five minutes then they lose it
Wrap the sheet his neck, he said, "this time 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 five
That's the number that gave me when I arrived
just another form of slavery that's in disguise
To all my locked up just trying to survive, I know why

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 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', ballin', we shot

I'm yelling over bitches, money over everything
Money got me everything, every watch, chain
Every brick, every whip, kicks designer names
I used to hustle taxes, whose I can claim
all my mama's bills so how can she complain?
Call my bitches dimes, I 'em like loose change
Bryant in the clutch, ballin' with my ankle sprained
No love, got it out the mud, my ain't got a stain
Iced out Rollie, three fingers reppin' Rida
Tire streaks in the streets so them know I came

on these hoes all the time
You got your kids, need mine
Word to my favorite design, my raised me to shine
These C-notes play in my mind, they on
I am top alive, I've been picked out by God
I'm never not on my job, too to argue that
Shining my like, "where's my target at?"
Came your stereo, feel me charging back
I'm gon' need 15 bombs for
Stage in the garden, when they all go black
Cracks in the armor, this reach than rap
we start react, mob attack
Stacks or don't call me, rain down nobody standing
show no snipe 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 I got to keep ballin'
Till the 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',
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', we shot callin'