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....

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

Dillinger]
I'm on a two dollar bail
Caught with the product that them young niggaz
I'm fresh outta cells, twelve hours later.. my 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 that
She a to the fullest, if I lose I catch a bullet (bullet)
Can't tell a nigga when he starvin and losin
Now I'm back up on the street, correctly
You disrespect me, it's the same 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
up filthy but the Lord be with me
Like an addict, the verdict and the jury, "NOT GUILTY!!!"

They to have me on that paperwork
'cause I make my paper.. work, lifestyle covered with dirt
See I was first on my block .40 caliber glocks
Similarities to my uncut, they to rock (ready to rock)
'Cause everybody ball, nobody wanna get caught
Only the pros and the cons get to stack these
want that Benz with the millions by the karats
When they all day, they start talkin like a parrot
Information they so be cautious where ya walk
Never pillow behind closed doors in the dark
It might creep back and bite you, you, convict you
to a five by for a very long time
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 nigga will
So I kill at will with my gauge in them fields
Yeah!

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

- 2X]

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