Luyện nghe bài hát On Ball

[Daz + (T-Pain)]
Yeah, for the helpless!
Big money, big cars.. big weed! adlibs]
Y'all know what time it is! But you better stack money!
(Awww shit! Ha ha ha ha...)
For baaaiiilll....

[Chorus 2X:
I'm on bail, got that for sale
and blueberries all on a nigga's tail
I'm on bail, bet not 'nan nigga tell... bet not 'nan nigga
Yeah!

Dillinger]
I'm on a two million bail
Caught the product that them young niggaz sell
I'm fresh outta cells, twelve hours later.. my hit my pager
The situation thick, Dat Nigga Daz is major!
I the life of a gangster, I rob gangsters
Ten years up on the table, I deny flavor
She a fighter to the fullest, if I lose I catch a (bullet)
Can't a nigga nuttin when he starvin and losin
Now I'm back up on the street, correctly
You disrespect me, the same that's it's gon' be
Automatics get when you let niggaz have it
Then I'm back up like before, I gotta stack my cabbage
morning, 8:30 right back in court
Couple of homeboys, my momma give me full
Raised up but the Lord be with me
Like an addict, it's the and the jury, "NOT GUILTY!!!"

They used to have me on that
'cause I make my paper.. work, lifestyle covered with dirt
See I was first on my block with .40 glocks
to my uncut, they ready to rock (ready to rock)
'Cause wanna ball, nobody wanna get caught
Only the and the cons get to stack these knots
Motherfuckers want that Benz the millions by the karats
When they all day, they start talkin like a parrot
Information they sharing so be where ya walk
Never pillow talk behind closed doors in the
It creep back and bite you, indict you, convict you
to a five by for a very long time
Fuck droppin dimes, is droppin whole hundreds
So the hood's gettin and the one-times love it
If I don't go get it, then the next nigga
So I at will with my gauge in them killin fields
Yeah!

[The
Yo X, tell my momma to put the house up, wait, the house too much
Tell her to get a grand out the Porsche truck
It's just a house 'cause I take a bath in it
Get ass in it and I gotta in it
Smoke in it, blueberry chocolate tah
Smokin chronic me see shit, like 2Pac alive
Bandana in the front like 2Pac alive
Walkin out the spittin on the camera guy
I bang (Thug Life), but this ain't Row
This gangster shit for my niggaz down on death row
A - watch how I let the tec go
And Exhibit B - burn the rubber on the West

- 2X]

[Xzibit (laughing)] Y'all know miss that shit