Luyện nghe bài hát Rapper's Ball

Where them 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 no raveez
Shit, haha you us
K-Ceeezi at man? Tell him sing that shit
Lace dem fools or something,

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

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

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

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

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

I'm Too Short baby been since the eighties
For the last years rode around in a Mercedes
Lexus, trucks, drop-Vette,
Bitches call me by my name they call me daddy

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

K-Ci Short, Fonzarelli
I'll probably never have 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

a lot of these fools I see on TV
With the Armani Versus Versacci
Why motherfuckers be broke sometimes?
Sometimes it's to floss
But buy an eighty-five thousand dollar car
you buy a house

They always said, I rap, I just say bitch
I the bitch, made me rich
And now you wanna call me
While I be out the shower 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 'cuz I gotta paid 40

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

We don't be savin' hoes, be savin' us
Bitch disrespect me in my car, best to catch the bus
I keep a briefcase full of game, while 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 or false?

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

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

Gotta start somewhere, and I'm that
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 be me, so would you please see
If you can my name out your mouth
'Cause you don't really what the game's all about

It's feedin' the family, not freakin' in the Benz
Instead of rentin', pay for that roof on your
And stop pimpin' in mind knowin' you a trick
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)