Luyện nghe bài hát Ballin'

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 I got to keep ballin'
Till the FEDs come we out
niggas y'all know what this about when I'm ballin'
That house, we in and out
We ballin', ballin', ballin', we shot

Versace from my head to my neck
Tang with the belt game, show 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 booty bitch up in Trump
Got emergency blunts when I home
Cause that weed'll have your lungs gone
Yeah, Malibu beaches, unlaced bikini
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, a nigga quick
Hit a nigga with my race car, Tony Yayo to Tony Stewart
Rap niggas die music

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

God calls 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'
the FEDs come we ballin' out
Y'all niggas y'all what this about when I'm ballin'
That house, we in and out
We ballin', ballin', ballin', we callin'

I'm yelling money over bitches, over everything
Money got me everything, watch, every chain
Every brick, every whip, kicks with designer
I used to taxes, whose child I can claim
Paid all my mama's bills so how can she
Call my bitches dimes, I treat 'em like loose
Kobe 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

Ballin' on these all the time
You got your kids, don't mine
Word to my favorite design, my mama raised me to
C-notes play in my mind, they on rewind
I am top alive, I've been picked out by God
I'm not on my job, too hard to argue that
my records like, "where's my target at?"
Came through your stereo, feel me charging
I'm gon' need 15 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 call me, rain down nobody standing
Won't show no snipe for your

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