Luyện nghe bài hát Ballin'

Until God for me
I'mma ballin', keep on ballin'
To my and my bitches looking down on me
I know y'all see me when I'm
You I got to keep ballin'
Till the FEDs come we 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'

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

Just got this brand, new and I'm dying to use it
Dry snitching testifying in their music
I seen niggas last five minutes then lose it
Wrap the sheet his neck, he said, "this time I couldn't do it"
A platinum in the penitentiary goin' through 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 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 keep ballin', 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 FEDs we ballin' out
niggas y'all know what this about when I'm ballin'
That house, we in and out
We ballin', ballin', ballin', we callin'

I'm yelling over bitches, money over everything
Money got me everything, watch, every chain
Every brick, every whip, with designer names
I to hustle taxes, whose child I can claim
Paid all my mama's so how can she complain?
Call my bitches dimes, I 'em like loose change
Kobe Bryant in the clutch, with my ankle sprained
No love, got it out the mud, my ain't got a stain
Iced out Rollie, three fingers Rida Gang
streaks in the streets so them hoes know I came

Ballin' on hoes all the time
You got your kids, need mine
Word to my design, my mama raised me to shine
C-notes play in my mind, they on rewind
I am top five alive, I've picked out by God
I'm never not on my job, too hard to argue
my records like, "where's my target at?"
Came your stereo, feel me charging back
I'm gon' need 15 for that
Stage in the garden, hear they all go black
in the armor, this reach further than rap
Before we start react, mob
Stacks or don't call me, rain 'til nobody standing
Won't show no snipe for your

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