Luyện nghe bài hát Ballin'

Until God for me
keep ballin', keep 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 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', ballin', we callin'

Versace down my head to my neck
Pootie Tang with the belt game, some respect
All these bitches on my dick, same, old
R.I.P. to Pimp C, I'm the same, old
Fly over different time zones
I got a big booty up in Trump zone
Got emergency blunts I come home
Cause that rapper 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 through that Gaza Strip, kill a nigga
Hit a nigga my race car, Tony Yayo turn to Tony Stewart
Rap niggas die over

Just got this brand, new and I'm dying to use it
Dry snitching niggas testifying in their
I seen niggas last five minutes they lose it
the sheet around his neck, he said, "this time I couldn't do it"
A platinum nigga in the penitentiary goin' it
Put powder on the prison yard, getting to it
Two zero's, six, six, nine, 'o seven
That's the that 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 ballin', keep on ballin'
To my niggas and my looking down on me
I y'all see me when I'm ballin'
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', ballin', we callin'

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

Ballin' on these all the time
You got kids, don't need mine
Word to my favorite design, my mama raised me to
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
my records 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 they all go
Cracks in the armor, this further than rap
Before we start react, mob
Stacks or don't call me, rain down nobody standing
Won't show no snipe for your

God calls 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
the FEDs come we ballin' out
Y'all niggas y'all know what about when I'm ballin'
That house, we in and out
We ballin', ballin',
You know I got to ballin'
the FEDs come we ballin' 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'