Luyện nghe bài hát Ballaholic

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

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

See I'm a baller, I got around the window
Rottweilers, pits, aikietas, doberman tanked up in the yard
a sign on the fence 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 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
help me nigga, help the bear

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

man, 'cause a real tycoon
Gon' this shit from the flo' to the moon
Northstar 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 you mean it

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

But I'm back and forth to jail and in and out of court
Bitch, about my rock shrine
I give a fuck, how much courage juice you had
Nigga yo' mug mean like mine

I bring the noise like a
I fuck with 40 dem, make you stick your pistol out the
Bitch, y'all see me at the state fair
Showin' off in front of my broad, tryin' to win my lil'

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

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

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

You see two type of niggaz in this world
Those that eat and those don't
What type of nigga is you, you know? You see we got the tycoon
Big hogs, tryin to pile the up out your trash, you dig?

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

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 talk bad you bitches

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

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 who? a fax, bitch

I you didn't say papered up like a fats
Yeah, 'cause we do this
Up off the ground on a pitcher's
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 ain't my problem, if the hoe
We all about dollars and

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

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

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

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

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

Rick Rock, youse a
My nigga, my D-Wiz a ballaholic
ever get it twitted nigga
My nigga Kaveo in the motherfucker with me you that?

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

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