Luyện nghe bài hát Rapper's Ball

Where them hoes at?

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

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

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' that mail is tall
Tell me, is it true or

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

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

I'm always hearin' rappers big ballin' on songs
I do that shit for and you'll never say I'm wrong
S-500 sittin' on twenties
TV in the pimpin' hoes gettin' money

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Say you got it all
Love the way you ball
Everyday at the mall
Tell me, is it true or

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

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

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

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

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

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