Luyện nghe bài hát Ballin'

Until God for me
I'mma ballin', keep on ballin'
To my niggas and my bitches looking on me
I know see me when I'm ballin'
You I got to keep ballin'
Till the FEDs we ballin' 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 my head to my neck
Pootie Tang with the belt game, show some
All bitches 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 booty bitch up in Trump
Got blunts when I come home
Cause that weed'll have your lungs gone
Yeah, Malibu beaches, bikini bottoms
Mo' money, mo' problems, fo' fo' solve 'em
every day I'm with a stank sip, 30 in the clip
Riding through that Gaza Strip, kill a nigga
Hit a nigga with my race car, Tony turn to Tony Stewart
Rap niggas die music

got this brand, new chopper and I'm dying to use it
Dry snitching niggas in their music
I seen niggas last five then they lose it
Wrap the sheet around his neck, he said, "this time I do it"
A nigga 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 that they gave me when I arrived
It's just another form of 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 down 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 y'all know what about when I'm ballin'
That house, we in and out
We ballin', ballin', ballin', we shot

I'm yelling money bitches, money over everything
Money got me everything, every watch, every
brick, every whip, kicks with designer names
I to hustle taxes, whose child I can claim
Paid all my mama's bills so how can she
Call my bitches dimes, I treat 'em loose change
Kobe Bryant in the clutch, ballin' with my 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 know I

on these hoes all the time
You got your kids, don't mine
to my favorite design, my mama raised me to shine
These C-notes play in my mind, on rewind
I am top alive, I've been 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 need 15 bombs for that
Stage in the garden, hear when they all go
Cracks in the armor, this further than rap
Before we start react, mob
or don't call me, rain down 'til nobody standing
Won't no snipe for your army

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