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

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

They used to have me on that
'cause I make my paper.. work, lifestyle covered with dirt
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 get caught
Only the pros and the cons get to these knots
Motherfuckers want that Benz with the millions by the
When they all day, they start talkin like a parrot
Information they sharing so be cautious where ya
Never pillow talk behind closed in the dark
It might back and bite you, indict you, convict you
to a five by for a very long time
Fuck droppin dimes, niggaz is droppin hundreds
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 in them killin fields
Yeah!

[The
Yo X, tell my momma to put the 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, blueberry 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 (Thug Life), but this ain't Death Row
This some gangster shit for my niggaz down on row
A - watch how I let the tec go
And Exhibit B - burn the rubber on the West

- 2X]

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