Luyện nghe bài hát Ballin'

Until God for me
I'mma ballin', keep on ballin'
To my niggas and my bitches 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 this about when I'm ballin'
That house, we in and out
We ballin', ballin', ballin', we shot

Versace down from my to my neck
Pootie Tang the belt game, show some respect
All these on my dick, same, old shit
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 rapper weed'll have your lungs gone
Yeah, Malibu beaches, bikini bottoms
Mo' money, mo' problems, fo' fo' solve 'em
Just every day I'm with a stank sip, 30 in the
Riding that Gaza Strip, kill a nigga quick
Hit a with my race car, Tony Yayo turn to Tony Stewart
Rap niggas die music

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

God calls for me
I'mma keep ballin', keep on
To my niggas and my bitches 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 I'm ballin'
That house, we in and out
We ballin', ballin', ballin', we shot

I'm yelling money bitches, money over everything
Money got me everything, watch, every chain
brick, every whip, kicks with designer names
I used to hustle taxes, child I can claim
Paid all my bills so how can she complain?
Call my bitches dimes, I treat 'em like change
Bryant in the clutch, ballin' with my ankle sprained
No love, got it out the mud, my shirt got a stain
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 mine
Word to my favorite design, my raised me to shine
These play in my mind, they on rewind
I am top five alive, I've been out by God
I'm never not on my job, too hard to argue
Shining my records like, "where's my at?"
through your stereo, feel me charging back
I'm gon' 15 bombs for that
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 me, rain down 'til nobody standing
Won't show no for your army

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