Luyện nghe bài hát Ballin'

Yo, what's Cold 187?
Yo man, you we just laid-back in the studio
With the D.O.C and Dr. Dre
And we ballin' with the homie
Yeah, 'bout to put piece together for Laylaw

See he think about
True,
So as the beat a lower kind of level
We gon' put some shit together
Now we drop it a little bit somethin' like this

This song is Ballin', let me drop dope lyrics
Make it high and fly, so all of y'all can it
It's time to build, so take this chill
If your cups are empty, go get a

Of whatever, cause ain't nothin' but the weather
KM. G, 187, yo, we got it
And in the back, who is The men with the mack
Yo, I had to have the 'cause they got the sack

And on the tables, The two be cookin'
When it to rockin', they wrote the book
And if you believe me, hurry, come see our show
see me, KM.G, Total K-oss and Go

What? Ballin' while the freaks keep
Beggin' KM. G to come bump the in the house
But if she has the spouse
She that fiendin', she gets turned out

And at our concerts we always do
For the fags, the hags, the rags and the
'Cause we

I'ma recite a little for y'all
The name of this piece is called,
And I wanna dedicate piece to all you players

See, I'm a baller, and I my back
And I'm ballin', yo, I gotta be packed
If I ain't homeboy, you could say I'm slippin'
But if you try to run up, say you trippin'

I'm a giant, and to you new jacks
Don't come up and start, because gonna get smacked
the hood, I thought it was understood
Just like said we mobbin' Robin Good

We'll take yo shit, because you legit
You got a fucked up style of rap and the kick
It ain't nothin' homie, you be
Rollin' down the 'Shaw and you you be humpin' on laces?

He look just a lace head
you hit my corner, somebody be dead
'Cause I'm a baller, and I settle for less
Put Lorenzos on my Benzo, so I know it fresh

A 500 with a top
like the homie, Amp we like our shit drop
Straight low rider, yeah, we do a little
Smooth check your hoe, even if I know her
And as I enter the door, watch the freaks start
The fact is that we ballin'

recite a little poetry for y'all
The name of this piece is called,
And I wanna dedicate this to all you players
And all you out there

And you know we gotta it down for who?
(The whole world)
(The wide world)

Since the breakdown was dope, you can't get rappin'
I know that it's true, because I seen your clappin'
tappin', the freaks are jockin'
All because the way 187 is

All you busters on the
I keep my Locs on because I you on fiend
Like a spectator, you jock what I'm
So sit back and learn, it's time for some schoolin' and rulin'

All the busters on the
Get off my tip, 'cause I'm to enter
This that I call the finale
I made it ride higher while I'm ballin' Cali

So listen, I'm start dissin'
All you East side rappers, you had to pissin' me off
You're soft, you're finna get
By two boss who's your dope rhyme sayers

and Go Mack are the wack-deejay-slayers
You got a beep? We go, 'cause money is callin'
The fact is, yeah, that we ballin'

And you know, like that in 90
And gon' stay like that
And again, we have to send it to who?
(The whole world)

Who's it to?
(The whole world)
To
(The wide world)

to who?
(The whole world)
dedicated to
(The wide world)

it out to
(The whole world)
It's to
(The whole, wide)