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 y'all see me I'm ballin'
You know I got to ballin'
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', ballin', we callin'

Versace down from my to my neck
Pootie with the belt game, show some respect
All bitches 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 up in Trump zone
Got emergency when I come home
that rapper weed'll have your lungs gone
Yeah, beaches, unlaced bikini bottoms
Mo' money, mo' problems, fo' fo' will 'em
every 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 die over music

got this brand, new chopper and I'm dying to use it
Dry snitching niggas testifying in their
I seen niggas last five minutes then lose it
Wrap the sheet around his neck, he said, "this I couldn't do it"
A nigga 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 number that they gave me when I
It's just another form of slavery in disguise
To all my niggas locked up trying to survive, I know why

God calls for me
I'mma ballin', keep 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'
Till the FEDs come we out
Y'all niggas y'all know what this when I'm ballin'
That house, we in and out
We ballin', ballin', ballin', we callin'

I'm yelling money over bitches, over everything
Money got me everything, every watch, chain
Every brick, whip, kicks with designer names
I used to hustle taxes, whose child I can
Paid all my mama's bills so how can she
Call my bitches dimes, I treat 'em loose change
Bryant in the clutch, ballin' with my ankle sprained
No love, got it out the mud, my shirt got a stain
out Rollie, three fingers reppin' Rida Gang
Tire streaks in the streets so them hoes I came

on these hoes all the time
You got your kids, don't mine
Word to my favorite design, my mama raised me to
These C-notes play in my mind, on rewind
I am top five alive, I've been out by God
I'm not on my job, too hard to argue that
Shining my like, "where's my target at?"
Came through stereo, feel me charging back
I'm gon' need 15 bombs for
Stage in the garden, hear when they all go
Cracks in the armor, this further than rap
Before we react, mob attack
Stacks or don't call me, rain down 'til nobody
Won't show no for your army

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