Luyện nghe bài hát Ballaholic

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

I'm in my Fubu drawers, she in her
'Cause if some cats tryin' to at me
I sick the canine in the
I'm plannin' on splittin' my crown but it ain't gon' be too

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

Big nigga, the of a football team
I wear these glasses so I can look like a square
But if you ever see me in a fight a bear
help me nigga, help the bear

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

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

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

Uhh, have you
Ever since I was low to a centipede's claw
I always wanted to play
family, that's my favorite sport

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

I the noise like a cymbal
I with 40 dem, make you stick your pistol out the window
Bitch, oughta see me at the state fair
Showin' off in front of my broad, to win my lil' nieces

One of the biggest stuffed animal prizes
Nicknamed Charlie but my street name is
Ballaholic like Felix Mitchell Lil' Darrell
I know these streets the Task Force know dope

I am the streets, my ghetto pass can't be
Ten percent, I paid my tithes, me for my sins
Smoke an ounce of a day
Maybe that's why I go no ends

You see, you niggaz truant mayne
Runnin' around puttin' a black eye in the game
When we tryin' to feed y'all nutritional for the brain
And yo' game

You see there's two type of niggaz in this
that eat and those that don't
What of nigga is you, you know? You see we got the tycoon status
Big hogs, tryin to pile the money up out trash, you dig?

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

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

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

I'd rather fly ride Amtrak
When I'm in Dallas I fuck with [Incomprehensible], and go hard
Make an opera singer wanna some raps
Papered up, like who? a fax, bitch

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

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

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

Please believe in a
Ballaholic nigga, you me?
If you on gold tennis shoe slippers nigga
You undersmell me? a ballaholic

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

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

You undersmell that? Please believe it, niggaz
If youse a ballaholic, nigga, scream it like you it
Youse a baller, believe that, that's what a ballaholic is nigga
We 'til we have it all you undersmell that?

Rick Rock, youse a
My nigga, my nigga D-Wiz a
Don't ever get it twitted
My nigga in the motherfucker with me you undersmell that?

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

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