Luyện nghe bài hát Ballin'

Until God for me
I'mma ballin', keep on ballin'
To my niggas and my bitches down 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 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
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 emergency blunts I come home
Cause that rapper weed'll have lungs gone
Yeah, Malibu beaches, unlaced bikini
Mo' money, mo' problems, fo' fo' will 'em
Just day I'm with a stank sip, 30 in the clip
Riding that Gaza Strip, kill a nigga quick
Hit a nigga with my race car, Yayo turn to Tony Stewart
Rap niggas die music

Just got this brand, new chopper and I'm to use it
Dry niggas testifying in their music
I seen niggas last five minutes then they 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 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 another form of slavery that's in disguise
To all my niggas locked up just trying to survive, I why

Until God for me
I'mma ballin', keep on ballin'
To my and my bitches looking down 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 know what this about when I'm ballin'
That house, we in and out
We ballin', ballin', ballin', we shot

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

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

God calls 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 know what this about when I'm ballin'
stash house, we in and out
We ballin', ballin',
You know I got to 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 shot