Luyện nghe bài hát Ballaholic

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

I'm in my Fubu drawers, she in her
'Cause if some cats tryin' to 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 the window
Rottweilers, pits, aikietas, doberman pischers up in the yard
a sign on the fence that reads, "Warning: Beware Of Dog"
You play the frog if you feel froggish nigga

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 weighin' nuts and
Run a whole bunch of rugged rowdy-ass knuckleheads

Big nigga, the size of a football
I wear these glasses so that I can look 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 type of the
That'll go in the
And beep yo'self and act like yo' boomin'

Yeah man, 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 it loose 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, that quiet about this shit
If you're on it spend it you mean it

Uhh, have you
Ever since I was ankle low to a centipede's
I wanted to play pro-baseball
Weepolization family, that's my sport

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

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

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

I am the streets, my ghetto can't be revoked
Ten percent, I my tithes, forgive me for my sins
Smoke an of weed a day
Maybe that's why I 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 there's two type of in this world
Those that eat and those that
What type of nigga is you, you You see we got the tycoon status
Big hogs, tryin to 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 love sex but I play that part
I love Virginia, but not 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 takin' advantage of my
I'm tryin' to be to yo' ass, I normally talk bad about you bitches

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

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

I you didn't say papered up like a fats
Yeah, we do this 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 explain to you, a ballaholic
Undersmell this
If you got your vehicle in your baby's momma's
Nigga youse a ballaholic, nigga you me?

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

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

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

You undersmell that? believe it, bitch-ass niggaz
If youse a ballaholic, nigga, scream it you mean it
a baller, please believe 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 get it twitted nigga
My nigga Kaveo in the with me you undersmell that?

We fools with it
My Steve Garvey, [Incomprehensible], you undersmell that?
And that nigga Muggsy you know a fuckin' ballaholic
motherfuckin' pretty boy Floyd ass nigga

I love you to death motherfucker, ya though
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, it's me E E
bitch