Luyện nghe bài hát Ballaholic

You know my, my whole defanation is to spit straight
You dig that? I come from the baby, y'know
I come from this motherfucker, you that?
Aya, and you know, it's like this
Pimped-out all day you know Hillside nigga
You undersmell me? Been speakin' the real for many
My niggaz in the 7 0 7 on 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 but it ain't gon' be too simple

See I'm a baller, I got bars the window
Rottweilers, pits, aikietas, pischers tanked up in the yard
With a sign on the that reads, "Warning: Beware Of Dog"
You play the if you feel froggish nigga leap

I neglect my dogs, starvin', they don't eat
Elroy speak to me my triple-beam, officer, I got proof
Po'-po', that's for weighin' nuts and
Run wit' a whole bunch of rugged knuckleheads

Big nigga, the of a football team
I wear these so that I can look like a square
But if you see me in a fight with a bear
Don't help me nigga, the bear

Me and my wales, we be
But see you the of the nigga
go in the backroom
And yo'self and act like yo' pager boomin'

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

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

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

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

I the noise 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 nieces

One of the biggest stuffed animal there
Charlie but my street name is Earl
Ballaholic like Felix Mitchell nephew Darrell
I know these streets like the Task Force know

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 that's why I go no ends

You see, you niggaz real truant
Runnin' around here 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
What type of nigga is you, you know? You see we got the tycoon
Big hogs, tryin to pile the money up out trash, you dig?

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

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

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

I'd rather fly than Amtrak
When I'm in Dallas I fuck [Incomprehensible], and go hard black
Make an opera singer wanna some raps
Papered up, like Like a fax, bitch

I know you say papered up like a fats
Yeah, we do this shit
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 my problem, if the hoe hollerin'
We all about and collar-poppin'

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I love you to death motherfucker, fuck ya
Fuck ya, fuck ya, ya, I'm in this motherfucker for life
V A L L H O, L I C, me E Feeze E
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