Luyện nghe bài hát Ballin'

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 know I got to ballin'
Till the come 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 callin'

Versace down from my to my neck
Pootie Tang 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 seven different time zones
I got a big booty up in Trump zone
Got emergency blunts when I come
Cause that rapper weed'll have your lungs
Yeah, Malibu beaches, bikini bottoms
Mo' money, mo' problems, fo' fo' will 'em
Just every day I'm with a stank sip, 30 in the
Riding through that Strip, kill a nigga quick
Hit a nigga with my race car, Tony turn to Tony Stewart
Rap niggas die music

Just got brand, new chopper and I'm dying to use it
Dry snitching niggas testifying in music
I seen niggas five minutes then they lose it
Wrap the sheet around his neck, he said, "this time I do it"
A platinum nigga in the goin' through it
Put powder on the prison yard, started to it
Two zero's, six, six, nine, 'o five
the number that they gave me when I arrived
It's just another of slavery that's in disguise
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 looking down on me
I y'all see me when I'm ballin'
You I got to keep ballin'
the FEDs come we ballin' out
Y'all niggas y'all know what about when I'm ballin'
stash house, we in and out
We ballin', ballin', ballin', we callin'

I'm money over bitches, money over everything
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 bills so how can she
Call my bitches dimes, I 'em like loose change
Kobe in the clutch, ballin' with my ankle sprained
No love, got it out the mud, my ain't got a stain
out Rollie, three fingers reppin' Rida Gang
Tire streaks in the streets so them hoes I came

Ballin' on these all the time
You got kids, don't need mine
Word to my design, my mama raised me to shine
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 stereo, feel me charging back
I'm gon' 15 bombs for that
Stage in the garden, hear they all go black
Cracks in the armor, this reach further rap
Before we start react, mob
Stacks or don't call me, rain 'til nobody standing
Won't show no for your army

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