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 I'm ballin'
You I got to keep ballin'
Till the FEDs 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 callin'

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

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

Until God for me
I'mma keep ballin', on ballin'
To my niggas and my bitches looking 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 niggas y'all what this about when I'm ballin'
stash 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, 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 'em like loose change
Kobe Bryant in the clutch, ballin' 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

on these hoes all the time
You got kids, don't need mine
Word to my favorite design, my mama 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 hard to that
Shining my records like, "where's my at?"
Came your stereo, feel me charging back
I'm gon' need 15 bombs for
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 standing
show no snipe for your army

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