Luyện nghe bài hát Ballaholic

You know my, my whole defanation is to spit game
You dig that? I come from the game baby,
I come from this motherfucker, you undersmell
Aya, and you know, like this nigga
Pimped-out all day you know Hillside nigga
You undersmell me? Been speakin' the for many moons
My niggaz in the 7 0 7 on down to

I'm in my Fubu drawers, she in her
'Cause if some cats tryin' to at me
I sick the in the background
I'm plannin' on splittin' my but it ain't gon' be too simple

See I'm a baller, I got around the window
Rottweilers, pits, aikietas, pischers tanked up in the yard
With a on the fence that reads, "Warning: Beware Of Dog"
You play the frog if you froggish nigga leap

I neglect my dogs, starvin', sometimes they eat
Elroy speak to me my triple-beam, officer, I got proof
Po'-po', that's for nuts and fruits
Run a whole bunch of rugged rowdy-ass knuckleheads

Big nigga, the size of a team
I these glasses so that I can look like a square
But if you ever see me in a fight with a
Don't help me nigga, the bear

Me and my wales, we be
But see you the of the nigga
That'll go in the
And yo'self and act like yo' pager boomin'

Yeah man, 'cause a tycoon
Gon' take this shit from the flo' to the
Still Northstar ridin', strikin'
Switch up V-S cherry chokin' the and the pinkie

But keep it loose around the neck and make sure in check
So if you gon' fill a nigga cup, it up with paper
'Cause we bitch, ain't that quiet about this shit
If you're on it spend it like you it

Uhh, have you
Ever since I was ankle low to a claw
I always wanted to pro-baseball
Weepolization family, my favorite sport

But instead I'm back and forth to jail and in and out of
Bitch, about my rock shrine
I don't give a fuck, how much courage you had
Nigga yo' mug don't mean like

I bring the noise a cymbal
I fuck with 40 dem, make you stick your out the window
Bitch, y'all see me at the state fair
off in front of my broad, tryin' to win my lil' nieces

One of the biggest stuffed animal there
Nicknamed but my street name is Earl
Ballaholic like Mitchell nephew Lil' Darrell
I know these streets the Task Force know dope

I am the streets, my ghetto can't be revoked
Ten percent, I paid my tithes, forgive me for my
Smoke an ounce of a day
Maybe that's why I go no ends

You see, you niggaz truant mayne
Runnin' around here puttin' a black eye in the
When we tryin' to y'all somethin' nutritional for the brain
And nourish yo'

You see there's two type of in this world
that eat and those that don't
What type of nigga is you, you You see we got the tycoon status
Big hogs, tryin to pile the money up out your trash, you

You can call me, Lawry's 'cause I'm
I eat crevice, but not it's bleeding
Don't get me wrong, I love sex but I don't that part
I love Virginia, but not when the tart

Toss me good, and I Dolce and Gabbana it
yo' ass some bread, and let you go buy up some shit
Callin' takin' advantage of my riches
I'm tryin' to be nice to yo' ass, I talk bad about you bitches

Invested to "Tha Hall of Game" buggin' and bein'
For slappin' upside they weave-a with my Nokia
mayday, callin' all patrol cars and units
Be on the lookout for the managler, 40-Water the Ballaholic

I'd rather fly than ride
I'm in Dallas I fuck with [Incomprehensible], and go hard black
Make an opera singer wanna some raps
up, like who? Like a fax, bitch

I you didn't say papered up like a fats
Yeah, 'cause we do shit
Up off the ground on a pitcher's
Slidin', to the bad catcher, able to ya

Bat yo' G out the
Run it with a nigga that's in the socket
And it ain't my problem, if the hoe
We all about dollars and

Nigga, bitch, baller, let me explain to you, a nigga
this nigga
If you got vehicle in your baby's momma's name
Nigga youse a ballaholic, nigga you me?

Please in a nigga
Ballaholic nigga, you me?
If you sittin' on gold tennis shoe nigga
You undersmell me? a ballaholic

Don't ever get it nigga, yeah
If you put ten thousand down on some jewels
Over at house nigga in Frisco nigga
And go back and get it the day, youse a ballaholic

You that nigga? Ballaholics nigga
Ballaholics fuck with Sic-Wid-It records
Ballaholics to that mob shit nigga
We stick to the rules and regulations of motherfuckin' game

You undersmell Please believe it, bitch-ass niggaz
If youse a ballaholic, nigga, scream it you mean it
Youse a baller, please believe that, that's what a is nigga
We ball 'til we have it all you that?

Rock, youse a ballaholic?
My nigga, my nigga a ballaholic
Don't ever get it twitted
My nigga Kaveo in the motherfucker me you undersmell that?

We some with it
My nigga Garvey, [Incomprehensible], you undersmell that?
And nigga Muggsy you know he's a fuckin' ballaholic
Gold-tooth motherfuckin' boy Floyd ass nigga

I love you to death motherfucker, fuck ya
Fuck ya, fuck ya, ya, I'm in this motherfucker for life
V A L L H O, L I C, me E Feeze E
L I C, it's me E E
bitch