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 y'all see me when I'm
You I got to keep ballin'
Till the come we ballin' out
Y'all niggas y'all know what 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 bitches on my dick, same, old shit
R.I.P. to Pimp C, I'm the same, old
Fly over seven different time
I got a big bitch up in Trump zone
Got emergency blunts when I home
Cause that rapper weed'll have your gone
Yeah, Malibu beaches, unlaced bikini
Mo' money, mo' problems, fo' fo' solve 'em
Just day I'm with a stank sip, 30 in the clip
Riding through that Gaza Strip, a nigga quick
Hit a nigga with my car, Tony Yayo turn to Tony Stewart
Rap die over music

got this brand, new chopper and I'm dying to use it
Dry snitching niggas in their music
I seen last five minutes then they lose it
Wrap the sheet 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, getting to it
Two zero's, six, six, nine, 'o seven
That's the that they 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

Until God for me
I'mma ballin', keep on ballin'
To my niggas and my bitches 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 know 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
got me everything, every watch, every chain
Every brick, every whip, kicks designer names
I used to hustle taxes, child I can claim
Paid all my mama's bills so how can she
my bitches 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 ain't got a
Iced out Rollie, three fingers Rida Gang
Tire streaks in the streets so hoes know I came

Ballin' on these hoes all the
You got your kids, don't need
Word to my favorite design, my mama me to shine
These play in my mind, they on rewind
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?"
through your stereo, feel me charging back
I'm need 15 bombs for that
Stage in the garden, hear when they all go
Cracks in the armor, reach further than rap
we start react, mob attack
Stacks or don't call me, rain 'til nobody standing
Won't no snipe for your army

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