Luyện nghe bài hát Ballaholic

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

I'm in my Fubu drawers, she in her
if some cats tryin' to have at me
I sick the in the background
I'm plannin' on splittin' my crown but it gon' be too simple

See I'm a baller, I got around the window
Rottweilers, pits, aikietas, doberman pischers 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', they don't eat
Elroy to me about my triple-beam, officer, I got proof
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 that I can like a square
But if you see me in a fight with a bear
help me nigga, help the bear

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I am the streets, my ghetto can't be revoked
Ten percent, I my tithes, forgive 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 somethin' nutritional for the brain
And nourish yo'

You see there's two type of niggaz in 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 it's bleeding
Don't get me wrong, I love sex but I play that part
I love Virginia, but not when the Virginia's

Toss me good, and I Dolce and Gabbana it
Gave yo' ass some bread, and let you go buy up 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" and bein' notorious
For slappin' chickenheads upside they weave-a my Nokia
Mayday mayday, all patrol cars and units
Be on the lookout for the managler, 40-Water the Ballaholic

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

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

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

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

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

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, a ballaholic

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

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

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

We some with it
My nigga Garvey, [Incomprehensible], you undersmell that?
And that nigga Muggsy you he's a fuckin' ballaholic
Gold-tooth pretty boy Floyd ass nigga

I love you to death motherfucker, fuck ya
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
Ballaholic