Luyện nghe bài hát On Ball

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

2X: T-Pain]
I'm on bail, got that weight for
Strawberries and all on a nigga's tail
I'm on bail, bet not 'nan nigga tell... bet not 'nan tell
Yeah!

Dillinger]
I'm on a two million dollar
Caught with the product them young niggaz sell
I'm fresh outta cells, twelve later.. my clientele hit my pager
The gettin thick, Dat Nigga Daz is major!
I live the of a gangster, I rob gangsters
Ten up on the table, I deny that flavor
She a fighter to the fullest, if I lose I a bullet (bullet)
Can't a nigga nuttin when he starvin and losin
Now I'm back up on the street, correctly
You disrespect me, it's the same that's gon' be
get tragic when you let niggaz have it
Then I'm caught back up like before, I gotta my cabbage
Monday morning, 8:30 right back in
Couple of homeboys, my momma give me support
Raised up filthy but the Lord be me
Like an addict, it's the and the jury, "NOT GUILTY!!!"

They to have me on that paperwork
I used make my paper.. work, lifestyle covered with dirt
See I was on my block with .40 caliber glocks
Similarities to my uncut, they to rock (ready to rock)
everybody wanna ball, nobody wanna get caught
Only the and the cons get to stack these knots
Motherfuckers want Benz with the millions by the karats
When they all day, they start talkin like a parrot
Information they so be cautious where ya walk
pillow talk behind closed doors in the dark
It might back and bite you, indict you, convict you
to a five by nine for a very long
droppin dimes, niggaz is droppin whole hundreds
So the hood's skinny and the one-times love it
If I don't go get it, the next nigga will
So I kill at will with my gauge in them killin
Yeah!

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

- 2X]

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