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
ain't havin' no cheesy like us main

They ain't no raveez
Shit, you know us
K-Ceeezi at man? Tell him sing that shit
Lace dem fools or something,

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
the way you players ball
Claimin' that mail is tall
Tell me, is it 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, niggaz
Earl, Brat, and Denell dem from Vallel

At every light it's automatic, burn
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' big ballin' on their songs
I do shit for real and you'll never say I'm wrong
S-500 straight sittin' on
TV in the dash hoes gettin' money

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

Say you got it all
Love the way you players
you're 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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I walk from Foothill and Papers Court to MacArthur
To Freddie B house, to tapes with my potnah
Hit Arroyo Park, we had for sale
Got a paper bag full of that, you tell?

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

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

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

We be savin' hoes, bitches be savin' us
Bitch disrespect me in my car, 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
Love the way you players
Everyday you're at the
me, is it true 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, 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 mack
So ya self Pretty Tony
You tryin' ta make a hit, but shit sounds phony

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

It's 'bout feedin' the family, not freakin' in the
of rentin', pay for that roof on your head
And pimpin' in your 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)