Luyện nghe bài hát On Ball

[Daz + (T-Pain)]
Yeah, for the helpless!
Big money, big cars.. big weed! [T-Pain
Y'all know what it is! But you better stack that money!
(Awww shit! Ha ha ha ha...)
For baaaiiilll....

2X: T-Pain]
I'm on bail, got that for sale
Strawberries and blueberries all on a tail
I'm on bail, bet not 'nan nigga tell... bet not 'nan nigga
Yeah!

Dillinger]
I'm on a two million dollar
Caught with the product that young niggaz sell
I'm fresh outta cells, twelve later.. my clientele hit my pager
The situation gettin thick, Dat Daz is major!
I the life of a gangster, I rob gangsters
Ten years up on the table, I that flavor
She a fighter to the fullest, if I lose I a bullet (bullet)
Can't tell a nigga nuttin when he and losin
Now I'm back up on the street, completely
You disrespect me, it's the same that's gon' be
Automatics get tragic when you let have it
Then I'm caught back up like before, I gotta stack my
Monday morning, right back in court
Couple of homeboys, my momma give me support
Raised up but the Lord be with me
Like an addict, the verdict and the jury, "NOT GUILTY!!!"

They used to me on that paperwork
'cause I used make my paper.. work, covered with dirt
See I was on my block with .40 caliber glocks
to my uncut, they ready to rock (ready to rock)
'Cause wanna ball, nobody wanna get caught
Only the pros and the cons get to stack these
Motherfuckers that Benz with the millions by the karats
When fencing all day, they start talkin like a parrot
they sharing so be cautious where ya walk
Never pillow talk closed doors in the dark
It might creep back and bite you, indict you, you
to a five by nine for a very time
Fuck dimes, niggaz is droppin whole hundreds
So the hood's gettin and the one-times love it
If I don't go get it, then the next nigga
So I kill at will with my in them killin fields
Yeah!

[The
Yo X, tell my momma to put the up, wait, the house cost too much
Tell her to get a hundred out the Porsche truck
It's just like a house I take a bath in it
Get ass in it and I gotta in it
Smoke hash in it, chocolate tah
Smokin chronic make me see shit, like 2Pac
knotted in the front like 2Pac alive
Walkin out the spittin on the camera guy
I bang (Thug Life), but this Death Row
This some gangster shit for my niggaz on death row
Exhibit A - how I let the tec go
And Exhibit B - burn the rubber on the West

- 2X]

[Xzibit (laughing)] Y'all y'all miss that shit