Luyện nghe bài hát Ballin'

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

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

Just got brand, new chopper and I'm dying to use it
Dry snitching testifying in their music
I niggas last five minutes then they lose it
Wrap the sheet around his neck, he said, "this time I do it"
A platinum in the penitentiary goin' through it
Put powder on the prison yard, getting to it
Two zero's, six, six, nine, 'o five
That's the that they gave me when I arrived
just another form of slavery that's in disguise
To all my niggas up just trying to survive, I know why

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

I'm yelling money over bitches, over everything
got me everything, every watch, every chain
Every brick, whip, kicks with designer names
I used to hustle taxes, whose I can claim
Paid all my mama's so how can she complain?
Call my bitches dimes, I treat 'em like loose
Kobe Bryant in the clutch, ballin' with my ankle
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 them hoes know I

Ballin' on hoes all the time
You got your kids, need mine
Word to my favorite design, my raised 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 to argue that
Shining my like, "where's my target at?"
Came through your stereo, me charging back
I'm gon' need 15 for that
Stage in the garden, hear when all go black
Cracks in the armor, this further than rap
Before we react, mob attack
or don't call me, rain down 'til nobody standing
Won't show no snipe for your

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