Luyện nghe bài hát Ballaholic

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

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

See I'm a baller, I got bars the window
Rottweilers, pits, aikietas, doberman pischers tanked up in the
With a sign on the fence that reads, "Warning: Of Dog"
You play the if you feel froggish nigga 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 bunch of rugged rowdy-ass knuckleheads

Big nigga, the of a football team
I wear these glasses so that I can look like a
But if you ever see me in a fight a bear
help 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 yo' pager boomin'

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

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

Uhh, have you
Ever I was ankle low to a centipede's claw
I always wanted to play
Weepolization family, my favorite sport

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

I bring the like a cymbal
I fuck 40 dem, make you stick your pistol out the window
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 but my street name is Earl
Ballaholic like Felix Mitchell nephew Lil'
I know these streets like the Task Force dope

I am the streets, my ghetto pass be revoked
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 real truant mayne
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 that
type of nigga 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 I'm seasoned
I eat crevice, but not it's bleeding
Don't get me wrong, I love sex but I play that part
I Virginia, but not when the Virginia's tart

me good, and I might Dolce and Gabbana it
Gave yo' ass some bread, and let you go buy up shit
Callin' yourself advantage of my riches
I'm tryin' to be nice to yo' ass, I normally 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 lookout for the Hillside managler, the Ballaholic

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

I know you say papered up like a fats
Yeah, 'cause we do this
Up off the ground on a mound
Slidin', to the bad catcher, to snatch ya

Bat yo' G out the
Run it with a nigga that's in the socket
And it ain't my problem, if the hoe
We all about dollars and

Nigga, bitch, baller, let me explain to you, a ballaholic
this nigga
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 shoe slippers
You me? You'se a ballaholic

ever get it twisted nigga, yeah
If you put ten thousand down on jewels nigga
Over at house nigga in Frisco nigga
And go back and get it the day, youse a ballaholic

You smell that Ballaholics nigga
Ballaholics fuck Sic-Wid-It records nigga
Ballaholics to that 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, it like you mean it
a baller, please believe that, that's what a ballaholic is nigga
We ball 'til we have it all you undersmell

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

We some fools it
My nigga Garvey, [Incomprehensible], you undersmell that?
And that nigga Muggsy you know he's a fuckin'
Gold-tooth motherfuckin' pretty boy ass nigga

I love you to death motherfucker, 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