Luyện nghe bài hát Rapper's Ball

Where them naked at?

E-feezey, Too
We off the heezy fo' baby
Off the heezy, I you theezy
Niggaz ain't no cheesy like us main

They ain't no raveez
Shit, haha you us
Where K-Ceeezi at Tell him sing that shit
dem fools or something, beotch

Say you got it all
Love the way you players
Everyday you're at the
Tell me, is it true or

Say you got it all
the way you players ball
Claimin' that your is tall
me, is it true or false?

I put my mack hand down ain't never been a
I was havin' B R E A D way this rap game nigga been town
Thought you theezy, for sheezy, niggaz
Earl, Brat, and dem boys from Vallel

At light it's automatic, burn rubber
See my folkers in the traffic, ERB
Follow that cab it got in it, uhh
My Short got hoes in it

I'm hearin' rappers big ballin' on their songs
I do that shit for real and you'll say I'm wrong
S-500 sittin' on twenties
TV in the dash pimpin' hoes gettin'

I'm Too baby been down since the eighties
For the last years rode around in a Mercedes
Lexus, trucks, drop-Vette,
don't call me by my name they call me daddy

Say you got it all
the way you players ball
Everyday at the mall
Tell me, is it or false?

Say you got it all
Love the way you players
Claimin' your mail is tall
me, is it true or false?

K-Ci Short, E-40
I'll probably never have money like Ross Perilla
But we just want a hip, don't want the whole plate
put the two on the ten, don't ever perpetrate

Like a lot of fools I see on TV
With the Channel Versus Versacci
Why motherfuckers can't be sometimes?
Sometimes cool to floss
But buy an eighty-five thousand dollar car
you buy a house

They always said, I couldn't rap, I say bitch
I guess the bitch, made me
And now you wanna me hardcore
While I be steppin' out the shower on a marble

I paid the IRS taxes send FedEx and
This industry is like fuckin', fat
All work and no play, I do it
Anyway 'cuz I stay paid 40

Say you got it all
Love the way you players
you're at the mall
Tell me, is it true or

Say you got it all
the way you players ball
Claimin' your mail is tall
me, is it true or false?

We parties on big-ass boats, niggaz wrap they paper
all-inclusive trips, Montego Jamaica
Front row at the Ultimate Fights, shamrock and severin'
expensive fuh-flights, up there in the heavens

Fat ass checks, fat ass cribs
Smokin' blunts and drinkin' brew on the balcony, ribs
The scrilla, the merrier
I represent the ya

I from Foothill and Papers Court to Sixty-Seven MacArthur
To B house, to make tapes with my potnah
Hit Arroyo Park, we had for sale
Got a paper bag of that, can't you tell?

It's funky, everybody nod their head like
I said bitch, and everybody read my
I got rich, up the game from the O
And even though a lot of rappers got the same of flow

I survived I got mo' game than them
It straight from the prostitutes, players, and pimps
It was my destiny, I came the same every
So don't question me, I transfer the in the rhymes

I'm not a free styler, don't rap for main
It's Paystyle on mine, I love money main
Rovers and Toyota, Lexuses
Six-hundred feet twelve with them big ass Mercedeses

We don't be savin' hoes, be savin' us
disrespect me in my car, bitch best to catch the bus
I keep a briefcase of game, while y'all be ear-hustlin'
Ain't no paperback nigga, we ain't strugglin'

Say you got it all
the way you players ball
Everyday you're at the
me, is it true or false?

Say you got it all
the way you players ball
Claimin' that mail is tall
Tell me, is it true or

I'm the pimp, I come funky
Again and again, they say when it end?
Maybe never, I can still spit it
But I ain't for cheese, I want meal tickets

Gotta start somewhere, and I'm past
For the right scratch, I be the last
So stick ya self Pretty
You tryin' ta make a hit, but your sounds phony

Not like but like ET
You can't be me, so you please see
If you can keep my out your mouth
'Cause you don't really know what the game's all

It's 'bout feedin' the family, not freakin' in the
of rentin', pay for that roof on your head
And stop pimpin' in mind knowin' you a trick
Put your hustle down playa go an hit you a lick,

(That's writ, Too Scheezi, Ant Banks, Fonzarelli, K-Ci)
Damn is that
(That's right)