Luyện nghe bài hát Ballaholic

You know my, my defanation is to spit straight game
You dig that? I come the game baby, y'know
I come from motherfucker, you undersmell that?
Aya, and you know, it's like nigga
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 to Compton

I'm in my drawers, she in her gown
'Cause if some 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 around the window
Rottweilers, pits, aikietas, pischers tanked up in the yard
a sign on the fence that reads, "Warning: Beware Of Dog"
You play the frog if you feel nigga leap

I neglect my dogs, starvin', sometimes they eat
Elroy speak to me my triple-beam, officer, I got proof
Po'-po', for weighin' nuts and fruits
Run wit' a whole bunch of rugged rowdy-ass

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

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

But it loose around the neck and make sure hoes in check
So if you gon' a nigga cup, fill it up with paper
'Cause we ballaholics bitch, ain't that 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 wanted to play pro-baseball
Weepolization family, that's my favorite

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

I bring the noise a cymbal
I fuck with 40 dem, make you 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 biggest stuffed prizes there
Nicknamed Charlie but my street name is
Ballaholic like Felix nephew Lil' Darrell
I know 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 ounce of a day
Maybe that's why I go no ends

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

You see two type of niggaz in this world
Those that eat and that don't
What 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 me, Lawry's 'cause I'm seasoned
I eat crevice, but not when it's
Don't get me wrong, I love sex but I don't play part
I love Virginia, but not the Virginia's tart

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

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

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

I know you didn't say papered up like a
Yeah, 'cause we do shit
Up off the on a pitcher's mound
Slidin', to the bad catcher, able to ya

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

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

Please believe in a
Ballaholic nigga, you me?
If you sittin' on gold tennis shoe slippers
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 and get it the next day, youse a ballaholic

You smell that nigga? Ballaholics
Ballaholics with Sic-Wid-It records nigga
Ballaholics listen to that mob shit
We stick to the rules and regulations of this motherfuckin'

You undersmell that? believe it, bitch-ass niggaz
If a ballaholic, nigga, scream it like you mean it
Youse a baller, please that, that's what a ballaholic is nigga
We ball 'til we have it all you that?

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

We some fools it
My nigga Steve Garvey, [Incomprehensible], you 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
ya, fuck ya, fuck ya, I'm in this motherfucker for life
V A L L H O, L I C, me E Feeze E
L I C, me E Feeze E
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