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 from this motherfucker, you undersmell that?
Aya, and you know, it's this nigga
Pimped-out all day you know Hillside Vallejo
You undersmell me? Been speakin' the for many moons
My in the 7 0 7 on down to Compton

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

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

I neglect my dogs, starvin', sometimes they eat
Elroy speak to me my triple-beam, officer, I got proof
Po'-po', that's for weighin' and fruits
Run wit' a whole bunch of rugged knuckleheads

Big nigga, the size of a team
I these glasses so that 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
That'll go in the
And beep yo'self and act like yo' pager

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

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

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

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

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

One of the stuffed animal prizes there
Nicknamed Charlie but my name is Earl
Ballaholic like Felix Mitchell Lil' Darrell
I know 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
that's why I ain't go no ends

You see, you niggaz real mayne
Runnin' around here puttin' a eye in the game
When we tryin' to feed somethin' nutritional for the brain
And yo' game

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

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

Toss me good, and I might and Gabbana it
Gave yo' ass some bread, and let you go buy up some
Callin' yourself takin' of my riches
I'm tryin' to be 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 patrol cars and
Be on the for the Hillside managler, 40-Water the Ballaholic

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

I know you didn't say papered up a fats
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 with a nigga that's in the socket
And it my problem, if the hoe hollerin'
We all about and collar-poppin'

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

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

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

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

You undersmell that? Please believe it, niggaz
If youse a ballaholic, nigga, it like 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 D-Wiz a ballaholic
Don't ever get it 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 motherfuckin' pretty boy Floyd ass

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