Luyện nghe bài hát On Ball

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

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

Dillinger]
I'm on a two million bail
Caught with the product that young niggaz sell
I'm fresh outta cells, hours later.. my clientele hit my pager
The situation thick, Dat Nigga Daz is major!
I the life of a gangster, I rob gangsters
Ten up on the table, I deny that flavor
She a fighter to the fullest, if I I catch a bullet (bullet)
Can't a nigga nuttin when he starvin and losin
Now I'm up on the street, completely correctly
You disrespect me, it's the same that's it's be
Automatics get tragic when you let have it
Then I'm caught back up like before, I stack my cabbage
Monday morning, 8:30 back in court
Couple of homeboys, my momma give me 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 covered with
See I was first on my block .40 caliber glocks
Similarities to my uncut, ready to rock (ready to rock)
'Cause everybody wanna ball, nobody wanna get
Only the pros and the cons get to stack these
want that Benz with the millions by the karats
When fencing all day, they start talkin like a parrot
Information they sharing so be cautious where ya
Never pillow behind closed doors in the dark
It might creep back and bite you, indict you, you
to a five by nine for a very time
Fuck droppin dimes, niggaz is droppin whole
So the hood's gettin skinny and the one-times 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, my momma to put the house up, wait, the house cost too much
Tell her to get a grand out the Porsche truck
It's like a house 'cause I take a bath in it
Get ass in it and I gotta in it
Smoke hash in it, chocolate tah
Smokin chronic make me see shit, 2Pac alive
Bandana in the front like 2Pac alive
Walkin out the spittin on the camera guy
I bang (Thug Life), but this Death Row
This some gangster shit for my niggaz down on row
A - watch how I let the tec go
And B - burn the rubber on the West coast

- 2X]

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