Luyện nghe bài hát On Ball

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

2X: T-Pain]
I'm on bail, got that weight for
Strawberries and blueberries all on a nigga's
I'm on bail, bet not nigga tell... bet not 'nan nigga tell
Yeah!

[Daz
I'm on a two million bail
Caught with the product them young niggaz sell
I'm fresh cells, twelve hours later.. my clientele hit my pager
The situation gettin thick, Dat Daz is major!
I live the life of a gangster, I rob
Ten up on the table, I deny that flavor
She a fighter to the fullest, if I lose I catch a (bullet)
Can't tell a nigga nuttin when he and losin
Now I'm back up on the street, correctly
You disrespect me, it's the same it's gon' be
Automatics get tragic when you let have 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 filthy but the Lord be me
Like an addict, the verdict and the jury, "NOT GUILTY!!!"

They used to have me on that
'cause I used make my paper.. work, lifestyle with dirt
See I was first on my block .40 caliber glocks
Similarities to my uncut, ready to rock (ready to rock)
'Cause wanna ball, nobody wanna get caught
Only the and the cons get to stack these knots
Motherfuckers that Benz with the millions by the karats
When they fencing all day, they start talkin like a
Information they so be cautious where ya walk
Never pillow talk behind closed doors in the
It might creep back and you, indict you, convict you
to a five by nine for a very long
Fuck droppin dimes, niggaz is droppin 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 kill at with my gauge in them killin fields
Yeah!

[The
Yo X, tell my momma to put the house up, wait, the cost too much
Tell her to get a hundred out the Porsche truck
just like 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 make me see shit, 2Pac alive
Bandana in the front like 2Pac alive
out the courthouse spittin on the camera guy
I bang (Thug Life), but this ain't Row
This some gangster shit for my down on death row
Exhibit A - how I let the tec go
And B - burn the rubber on the West coast

- 2X]

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