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....

[Chorus 2X:
I'm on bail, got that for sale
Strawberries and blueberries all on a tail
I'm on bail, bet not 'nan nigga tell... bet not 'nan nigga
Yeah!

[Daz
I'm on a two million dollar
with the product that them young niggaz sell
I'm outta cells, twelve hours later.. my clientele hit my pager
The situation thick, Dat Nigga Daz is major!
I the life of a gangster, I rob gangsters
Ten years up on the table, I that flavor
She a fighter to the fullest, if I lose I a bullet (bullet)
Can't tell a nigga nuttin when he starvin and
Now I'm back up on the street, completely
You disrespect me, it's the same it's gon' be
Automatics get 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
of homeboys, my momma give me full support
Raised up filthy but the Lord be me
Like an addict, the verdict and the jury, "NOT GUILTY!!!"

They used to have me on that
'cause I used make my paper.. work, lifestyle covered with
See I was first on my block with .40 glocks
Similarities to my uncut, ready to rock (ready to rock)
'Cause everybody wanna ball, nobody wanna get
Only the pros and the get to stack these knots
Motherfuckers want that Benz the millions by the karats
they fencing all day, they start talkin like a parrot
Information sharing so be cautious where ya walk
Never pillow talk behind closed in the dark
It might creep and bite you, indict you, convict you
to a five by for a very long time
Fuck droppin dimes, niggaz is droppin whole
So the hood's gettin and the one-times love it
If I don't go get it, the next nigga will
So I kill at with my gauge in them killin fields
Yeah!

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

- 2X]

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