Luyện nghe bài hát Ballaholic

You know my, my whole defanation is to spit game
You dig that? I from 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 know Hillside Vallejo
You undersmell me? Been 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 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 the window
Rottweilers, pits, aikietas, doberman tanked up in the yard
With a sign on the fence that reads, "Warning: Of Dog"
You play the frog if you froggish nigga leap

I neglect my dogs, starvin', sometimes they 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 rowdy-ass knuckleheads

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

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

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

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

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

But I'm back and forth 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 noise like a
I fuck 40 dem, make you stick your pistol out the window
Bitch, oughta see me at the state fair
Showin' off in front of my broad, tryin' to win my nieces

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

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

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

You see there's two type of niggaz in this
Those that eat and those don't
type of nigga is you, you know? 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 when it's
Don't get me wrong, I love sex but I play that part
I love Virginia, but not when the tart

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

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

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

I you didn't 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 again a nigga that's in the socket
And it my problem, if the hoe hollerin'
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 youse a ballaholic, you undersmell me?

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

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

You smell that Ballaholics nigga
Ballaholics with Sic-Wid-It records nigga
Ballaholics listen to that mob shit
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
Youse a baller, please believe that, that's what a ballaholic is
We ball 'til we it all you undersmell that?

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

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

I love you to death motherfucker, fuck ya
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, it's me E E
Ballaholic