Luyện nghe bài hát Ballin'

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

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

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

Of whatever, cause ain't changed 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 homies 'cause got the sack

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

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

And at our we always do work
For the fags, the hags, the rags and the
we ballin'

I'ma recite a poetry for y'all
The name of this piece is called,
And I wanna this 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 packed homeboy, you could say I'm
But if you try to run up, say you trippin'

I'm a giant, and to you new jacks
Don't up and start, because you're gonna get smacked
It's the hood, I thought it was
like Eazy-E said we mobbin' Robin Good

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

He look like a lace head
you hit my corner, somebody be dead
'Cause I'm a baller, and I won't settle for
Put Lorenzos on my Benzo, so I it look fresh

A 500 with a top
Just the homie, Amp we like our shit drop
Straight low rider, yeah, we do a little
Smooth check your hoe, even if I don't her
And as I enter the door, watch the freaks start
The simple fact is that we

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

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

the breakdown was dope, you can't get enough rappin'
I know that it's true, because I seen hands clappin'
Toes tappin', the freaks are
All the way 187 is rockin'

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

All the on the center
Get off my tip, I'm about to enter
phase that I call the finale
I made it higher while I'm ballin' through Cali

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

K-oss and Go are the wack-deejay-slayers
You got a We gotta go, 'cause money is callin'
The simple fact is, yeah, we ballin'

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

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

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

it out to
(The whole world)
dedicated to
(The whole, wide)