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 like nigga
all day you know Hillside Vallejo nigga
You undersmell me? speakin' the real for many moons
My niggaz in the 7 0 7 on to Compton

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

See I'm a baller, I got around the window
Rottweilers, pits, aikietas, doberman 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 neglect my dogs, starvin', sometimes don't eat
Elroy speak to me 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 fight with a
Don't me nigga, help the bear

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

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

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

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

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

I bring the noise like a
I fuck with 40 dem, make you stick your pistol out the
Bitch, y'all oughta see me at the 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 nephew Darrell
I these streets like the Task Force know dope

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

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

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

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

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

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

I'd fly than ride Amtrak
I'm in Dallas I fuck with [Incomprehensible], and go hard black
Make an opera singer write some raps
up, like who? Like a fax, bitch

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

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

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

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

You that nigga? Ballaholics nigga
fuck 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? Please it, bitch-ass niggaz
If a ballaholic, nigga, scream it like you mean it
Youse a baller, please believe that, 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 Kaveo in the motherfucker with me you undersmell that?

We some with it
My Steve Garvey, [Incomprehensible], you undersmell that?
And that nigga Muggsy you know 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 this for life
V A L L H O, L I C, it's me E E
L I C, me E Feeze E
bitch