Luyện nghe bài hát Ballaholic

You know my, my whole is to spit straight game
You dig I come from the game baby, y'know
I come from this motherfucker, you undersmell
Aya, and you know, it's like nigga
Pimped-out all day you know Hillside nigga
You undersmell me? 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
'Cause if some cats to have at me
I sick the canine in the
I'm plannin' on splittin' my crown but it ain't gon' be too

See I'm a baller, I got bars around the
Rottweilers, pits, aikietas, doberman pischers up in the yard
With a 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 nuts and fruits
Run wit' a whole bunch of rowdy-ass knuckleheads

Big nigga, the size of a 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 beep yo'self and act like yo' pager

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

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

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

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 like

I bring the noise like a
I with 40 dem, make you stick your pistol out the window
Bitch, oughta see me at the state fair
Showin' off in of my broad, tryin' to win my lil' nieces

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

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

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

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

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

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

to "Tha Hall of Game" buggin' and bein' notorious
For slappin' chickenheads upside they weave-a with my
Mayday mayday, callin' all cars and units
Be on the lookout for the Hillside managler, the Ballaholic

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

I know you didn't say papered up a fats
Yeah, we do this shit
Up off the ground on a mound
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
Undersmell this
If you got your in your baby's momma's name
Nigga a ballaholic, nigga you undersmell me?

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

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

You smell that nigga? nigga
fuck with Sic-Wid-It records nigga
Ballaholics listen to mob shit nigga
We stick to the rules and regulations of 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 'til we have it all you undersmell that?

Rick Rock, a ballaholic?
My nigga, my nigga a ballaholic
ever get it twitted nigga
My nigga Kaveo in the motherfucker with me you that?

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

I you to death motherfucker, fuck ya though
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