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 from this motherfucker, you undersmell that?
Aya, and you know, it's like nigga
Pimped-out all day you know Hillside nigga
You me? Been 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
'Cause if cats tryin' to have at me
I sick the 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, pischers tanked up in the yard
a sign on the fence that reads, "Warning: Beware Of Dog"
You play the frog if you froggish nigga leap

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

Big nigga, the of a football team
I wear glasses so that I can look like a square
But if you ever see me in a with 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 beep yo'self and act like yo' boomin'

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

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

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

I bring the like 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 nieces

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

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

You see, you niggaz real mayne
Runnin' here puttin' a black eye in the game
When we tryin' to y'all somethin' nutritional 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, to pile the money up out your trash, you dig?

You can call me, 'cause I'm seasoned
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 Dolce 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 nice to yo' ass, I normally bad about you bitches

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

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

I know you didn't say up like a fats
Yeah, we do this shit
Up off the ground on a pitcher's
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 dollars and

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

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

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

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

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

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

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