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 weight for sale
and blueberries all on a nigga's tail
I'm on bail, bet not 'nan tell... bet not 'nan nigga tell
Yeah!

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

They used to me on that paperwork
'cause I used make my paper.. work, covered with dirt
See I was first on my with .40 caliber glocks
Similarities to my uncut, they ready to (ready to rock)
everybody wanna ball, nobody wanna get caught
Only the pros and the cons get to stack knots
Motherfuckers want that with the millions by the karats
When they fencing all day, they start talkin a parrot
Information sharing so be cautious where ya walk
pillow talk behind closed doors in the dark
It might creep 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 gettin skinny and the one-times love it
If I don't go get it, the next nigga will
So I kill at will with my gauge in killin fields
Yeah!

[The
Yo X, tell my momma to put the up, wait, the house cost too much
Tell her to get a hundred out the Porsche truck
It's just like a house I take a bath in it
Get ass in it and I stash in it
Smoke in it, blueberry chocolate tah
Smokin chronic me see shit, like 2Pac alive
Bandana knotted in the like 2Pac alive
Walkin out the courthouse on the camera guy
I bang (Thug Life), but this Death Row
This some gangster shit for my niggaz on death row
A - watch how I let the tec go
And Exhibit B - burn the on the West coast

- 2X]

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