Luyện nghe bài hát On Ball

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

[Chorus 2X:
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!

[Daz
I'm on a two million dollar
Caught with the product that young niggaz sell
I'm fresh outta cells, hours later.. my clientele hit my pager
The situation gettin thick, Dat Daz is major!
I live the of a gangster, I rob gangsters
Ten years up on the table, I deny flavor
She a fighter to the fullest, if I lose I a bullet (bullet)
Can't tell a nigga when he starvin and losin
Now I'm back up on the street, completely
You disrespect me, it's the same it's gon' be
Automatics get tragic you let niggaz have it
Then I'm caught up like before, I gotta stack my cabbage
Monday morning, 8:30 back in court
Couple of homeboys, my momma give me full
up filthy 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 everybody wanna ball, nobody get caught
Only the and the cons get to stack these knots
want that Benz with the millions by the karats
When they fencing all day, they start talkin like a
they sharing so be cautious where ya walk
Never talk behind closed doors in the dark
It might creep back and bite you, indict you, you
to a five by nine for a long time
Fuck droppin dimes, niggaz is whole hundreds
So the hood's skinny and the one-times love it
If I don't go get it, then the nigga will
So I kill at will with my in them killin fields
Yeah!

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

- 2X]

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