Luyện nghe bài hát Ballaholic

You know my, my whole defanation is to spit straight
You dig that? I come the game baby, y'know
I come this motherfucker, you undersmell that?
Aya, and you know, like this nigga
Pimped-out all day you Hillside Vallejo nigga
You me? Been speakin' the real for many moons
My niggaz in the 7 0 7 on 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 bars around the
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 froggish leap

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

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

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

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

But keep it 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 quiet about this shit
If you're on it spend it like you it

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

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

I the noise like a cymbal
I fuck with 40 dem, make you stick your out the window
Bitch, y'all 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 but my street name is Earl
Ballaholic Felix Mitchell nephew Lil' Darrell
I know streets like the Task Force know dope

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

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

You see there's two type of niggaz in this
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 money up out your trash, you

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

Toss me good, and I might Dolce and it
yo' ass some 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 of Game" buggin' and bein' notorious
For slappin' chickenheads upside they weave-a my Nokia
Mayday mayday, callin' all cars and units
Be on the for the Hillside managler, 40-Water the Ballaholic

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

I know you didn't say papered up a fats
Yeah, 'cause we do 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 dollars and collar-poppin'

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

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

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

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

You that? Please believe 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 undersmell

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

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

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