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 stack that money!
(Awww shit! Ha ha ha ha...)
For baaaiiilll....

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

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

They to have me on that paperwork
I used make my paper.. work, lifestyle covered with dirt
See I was on my block with .40 caliber glocks
Similarities to my uncut, ready to rock (ready to rock)
'Cause everybody wanna ball, nobody get caught
Only the and the cons get to stack these knots
Motherfuckers want Benz with the millions by the karats
When they all day, they start talkin like a parrot
Information they sharing so be cautious ya walk
pillow talk behind closed doors in the dark
It might creep back and bite you, indict you, you
to a by nine for a very long time
Fuck droppin dimes, is droppin whole hundreds
So the hood's gettin skinny and the love it
If I don't go get it, then the next will
So I kill at will my gauge in them killin fields
Yeah!

[The
Yo X, tell my momma to put the house up, wait, the house cost too
Tell her to get a hundred out the Porsche truck
It's just like a 'cause I take a bath in it
Get ass in it and I stash in it
hash in it, blueberry chocolate tah
Smokin chronic make me see shit, like alive
Bandana in the front like 2Pac alive
out the courthouse spittin on the camera guy
I bang (Thug Life), but this Death 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)] Y'all know y'all miss that