Luyện nghe bài hát Ballaholic

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

I'm in my drawers, she in her gown
'Cause if some cats to have at me
I the canine in the background
I'm plannin' on splittin' my crown but it ain't be too simple

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

I neglect my dogs, starvin', they don't eat
Elroy speak to me about my triple-beam, officer, I got
Po'-po', that's for weighin' and fruits
Run a whole bunch of rugged rowdy-ass knuckleheads

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

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

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

But keep it loose the neck and make sure hoes in check
So if you fill a nigga cup, fill it up with paper
'Cause we ballaholics bitch, that quiet about this shit
If you're on it spend it like you it

Uhh, have you
since I was ankle low to a centipede's claw
I wanted to play pro-baseball
Weepolization family, my favorite sport

But instead I'm and forth to jail and in and out of court
Bitch, serious about my rock
I don't give a fuck, how courage juice you had
yo' mug don't mean like mine

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

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

I am the streets, my ghetto pass can't be
Ten percent, I my tithes, forgive me for my sins
Smoke an of weed a day
that's 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 feed y'all somethin' for the brain
And yo' game

You see two type of niggaz in this world
Those that eat and those that
What type of nigga is you, you know? You see we got the status
Big hogs, tryin to pile the money up out your trash, you

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

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

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

I'd rather fly than Amtrak
When I'm in I fuck with [Incomprehensible], and go hard black
Make an opera singer wanna write some
Papered up, like Like a fax, bitch

I know you didn't say papered up like a
Yeah, 'cause we do this
Up off the ground on a mound
Slidin', to the bad catcher, able to ya

Bat yo' G out the
Run it again with a nigga in the socket
And it ain't my problem, if the hoe
We all about and collar-poppin'

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I love you to death motherfucker, 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, me E Feeze E
Ballaholic