Luyện nghe bài hát Ballin'

Until God for me
I'mma keep ballin', on ballin'
To my niggas and my bitches looking on me
I know y'all see me 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'

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 Pimp C, I'm the same, old
Fly seven different time zones
I got a big bitch up in Trump zone
Got blunts when I come home
Cause that weed'll have your lungs gone
Yeah, Malibu beaches, unlaced bikini
Mo' money, mo' problems, fo' fo' will 'em
every day I'm with a stank sip, 30 in the clip
Riding through Gaza Strip, kill a nigga quick
Hit a nigga with my race car, Tony Yayo to Tony Stewart
Rap die over music

got this brand, new chopper and I'm dying to use it
Dry snitching testifying in their music
I seen niggas last five minutes then they it
the sheet around his neck, he said, "this time I couldn't do it"
A nigga in the penitentiary goin' through it
Put powder on the yard, started getting to it
Two zero's, six, six, nine, 'o seven
That's the number they gave me when I arrived
It's another form of slavery that's in disguise
To all my niggas locked up trying to survive, I know why

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

I'm yelling money bitches, money over everything
Money got me everything, every watch, every
Every brick, whip, kicks 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 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 hoes know I

on these hoes all the time
You got kids, don't need mine
to my favorite design, my mama raised me to shine
These 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
Shining my like, "where's my target at?"
Came through your stereo, feel me back
I'm gon' 15 bombs for that
in the garden, hear when they all go black
Cracks in the armor, this reach further rap
Before we react, mob attack
Stacks or don't call me, rain down 'til nobody
Won't no snipe for your army

Until God for me
I'mma ballin', keep on ballin'
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 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 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 shot