Luyện nghe bài hát Rapper's Ball

Where naked hoes at?

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

ain't havin' no raveez
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 you're at the
me, is it true or false?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Short, E-40 Fonzarelli
I'll probably have long money like Ross Perilla
But shit we want a hip, don't want the whole plate
Don't put the two on the ten, ever perpetrate

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

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

I the IRS taxes send 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
the way you players ball
Everyday you're at the
me, is it true or false?

Say you got it all
Love the way you ball
that your mail is tall
Tell me, is it or false?

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

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

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

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

I 'cuz I got mo' game 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, rap for free main
It's Paystyle on mine, 'cuz I love main
Land and Toyota, Lexuses
Six-hundred feet twelve them big ass motor Mercedeses

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 pimpin' nigga, we strugglin'

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

I'm the pimp, I come funky
Again and again, say when will 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 scratch, I be the last mack
So stick ya self Tony
You tryin' ta a hit, but your shit sounds phony

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

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

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