Luyện nghe bài hát Rapper's Ball

Where naked hoes at?

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

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

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 or false?

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

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

I'm always hearin' rappers big on their songs
I do shit for real and you'll never say I'm wrong
S-500 straight on twenties
TV in the dash pimpin' gettin' money

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

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

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

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

a lot of these fools I see on TV
With the Channel Versus Versacci
Why motherfuckers be broke sometimes?
Sometimes it's to floss
But don't buy an thousand dollar car
you buy a house

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I survived 'cuz I got mo' game than
It came straight the prostitutes, players, and pimps
It was my destiny, I came the same time
So question me, I transfer the game in the rhymes

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

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

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

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

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

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

Not AT&T but like ET
You can't be me, so would you see
If you can my name out your mouth
'Cause you don't really know the game's all about

'bout feedin' the family, not freakin' in the Benz
Instead of rentin', pay for that roof on 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 that
(That's right)