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 time it is! But you better stack money!
(Awww shit! Ha ha ha ha...)
For baaaiiilll....

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

Dillinger]
I'm on a two million bail
Caught with the that them young niggaz sell
I'm fresh cells, twelve hours later.. my clientele hit my pager
The gettin thick, Dat Nigga 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 I catch a bullet (bullet)
Can't tell a nigga when he starvin and losin
Now I'm up on the street, completely correctly
You disrespect me, it's the same it's gon' be
Automatics get tragic when you let have it
Then I'm caught back up before, I gotta stack my cabbage
Monday morning, 8:30 right in court
Couple of homeboys, my momma give me full
Raised up filthy but the be with me
an addict, it's the verdict and the jury, "NOT GUILTY!!!"

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

[The
Yo X, tell my to put the house up, wait, the house cost too much
Tell her to get a hundred grand out the Porsche
It's just like a 'cause I take a bath in it
Get ass in it and I gotta in it
Smoke hash in it, blueberry tah
chronic make me see shit, like 2Pac alive
Bandana knotted in the like 2Pac alive
Walkin out the courthouse on the camera guy
I (Thug Life), but this ain't Death Row
This some gangster for my niggaz down on death row
Exhibit A - how I let the tec go
And B - burn the rubber on the West coast

- 2X]

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