Luyện nghe bài hát Ballin'

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

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

Just got brand, new chopper and I'm dying to use it
Dry snitching niggas testifying in their
I seen niggas last minutes then they lose it
Wrap the sheet his neck, he said, "this time I couldn't do it"
A platinum in the penitentiary goin' through it
Put on the prison yard, started getting to it
Two zero's, six, six, nine, 'o five
the number that they gave me when I arrived
It's just 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 and my bitches looking down on me
I know see me when I'm ballin'
You I got to keep ballin'
the FEDs 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 shot

I'm yelling money over bitches, money over
Money got me everything, every watch, chain
brick, every whip, kicks with designer names
I to hustle taxes, whose child I can claim
Paid all my mama's 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 ain't got a stain
Iced out Rollie, three fingers reppin' Rida
Tire streaks in the streets so them hoes I came

Ballin' on hoes all the time
You got your kids, need mine
Word to my favorite design, my mama me to shine
These C-notes play in my mind, on rewind
I am top five alive, I've been out by God
I'm never not on my job, too to argue that
my records like, "where's my target at?"
Came through your stereo, feel me back
I'm gon' need 15 bombs for
Stage in the garden, when they all go black
Cracks in the armor, this further than rap
we start react, mob attack
Stacks or don't call me, rain down 'til standing
Won't no snipe for your army

God calls for me
I'mma keep ballin', on ballin'
To my niggas and my bitches down on me
I know see me when I'm ballin'
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',
You know I got to 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', ballin' we shot