Luyện nghe bài hát Ballin'

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

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

This song is Ballin', let me drop dope lyrics
Make it high and fly, so all of can hear it
It's time to build, so this chill 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 they got the

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

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

And at our concerts we do work
For the fags, the hags, the and the jerks
'Cause we

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

See, I'm a baller, and I watch my
And when I'm ballin', yo, I gotta be
If I packed homeboy, you could say I'm slippin'
But if you try to run up, I'ma say you

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

We'll yo shit, because you ain't legit
You got a fucked up style of rap and without the
It ain't homie, you be frontin'
Rollin' down the 'Shaw and you think you be humpin' on

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
Just like the homie, Amp we our shit drop
Straight low rider, yeah, we do a [Incomprehensible]
Smooth check your hoe, if I don't know her
And as I enter the door, watch the start callin'
The simple is that we ballin'

I'ma 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 ladies out

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

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

All you busters on the
I keep my Locs on because I you on fiend
Like a spectator, you jock I'm doin'
So sit back and learn, 'cause 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 higher while I'm ballin' through Cali

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

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

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

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

Dedicated to
(The whole world)
dedicated to
(The whole world)

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