Luyện nghe bài hát Ballaholic

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

I'm in my Fubu drawers, she in her
'Cause if cats tryin' to have at me
I sick the canine in the
I'm plannin' on splittin' my crown but it gon' be too simple

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

I neglect my dogs, starvin', sometimes they eat
Elroy speak to me about my triple-beam, officer, I got
Po'-po', for weighin' nuts and fruits
Run wit' a 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 see me in a fight with a bear
help me nigga, help the bear

Me and my wales, we be
But see you the type of the
go in the backroom
And beep yo'self and act like yo' pager

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

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

Uhh, I'll you
Ever since I was low to a centipede's claw
I always wanted to pro-baseball
Weepolization family, that's my favorite

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

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
Showin' off in front of my broad, to win my lil' nieces

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

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

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

You see there's two type of niggaz in this
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 the money up out your trash, you dig?

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

Toss me good, and I might Dolce and it
Gave yo' ass some bread, and let you go buy up some
Callin' yourself advantage of my riches
I'm to be nice to yo' ass, I normally talk bad about you bitches

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

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

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

Bat yo' G out the
Run it with a nigga that's in the socket
And it my problem, if the hoe hollerin'
We all dollars and collar-poppin'

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

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

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

You smell that nigga? Ballaholics
Ballaholics fuck with records nigga
Ballaholics listen to mob shit nigga
We stick to the rules and regulations of this motherfuckin'

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

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

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

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