Luyện nghe bài hát Wanna Ball

Me and my dawg, represent what (rep, rep)
like what (like what, like what)
Me and my bitch get it in like
We get it in what, unh (unh, unh, unh, unh, unh...)

And if you had a penny, don't you wanna ball?
Used to fall with the stomach empty, now don't you wanna ball?
Tattoos like Makaveli, the shit that you wanna ball
And I'm a die I'm ready, but I'm living so I want it all

1]
Me and my dawg blow biatch
My brother just got out of parole biatch
My daughter just turned old biatch
And we ain't no mo' floors biatch
None of my brothers 9-5
Never scared living life, we got lives
Keep it with the Hen on my tie
Smoking on la-la, bumping Big
I mean at all the shit we been through
Seven people in a door rental
I mean look at we did with a pencil
a statistic of becoming another stencil
I mean an outline on sidewalk
Man I'm to be dead and that's real talk

Me and my dawg, like what (rep, rep)
Represent like what (like what, what)
Me and my bitch get it in what
We get it in what, unh (unh, unh, unh, unh, unh...)

And if you never had a penny, you wanna ball?
Used to asleep with the stomach empty, now don't you wanna ball?
Tattoos like Makaveli, the shit that make you ball
And I'm a die I'm ready, but I'm living so I want it all

2]
I wonder what you got for a little
A real muhfucka, chill
I guess God's will
Yet and still, I'm in the field with dollar
To track sharks no gills, ready to kill muhfuckas
And I don't want no of that
The first I heard kat-kat-kat
I had a fucking heart attack
Stuttering like that-that-that shit was
Maybe it's time I used the talent that God me
But I was local
Didn't have a rap name, I was just
Paid for my first studio session with
We didn't even have enough to cut vocals, damn
Traded pop cans for
Some wanna be doctors, I to rhyme
And if your dreams to crime, then I'm a crook
Guess I'll be in the book, they get me, in due time

Free all my real muthafuckers! We livin' bitch! the police!

Me and my dawg, like what (rep, rep)
Represent what (like what, like what)
Me and my bitch get it in like
We get it in what, unh (unh, unh, unh, unh, unh...)

And if you never had a penny, don't you wanna
Used to fall with the stomach empty, now don't you wanna ball?
Tattoos Makaveli, the shit that make you wanna ball
And I'm a die I'm ready, but I'm living so I want it all

Yeah! Can you believe? Your boy is living the muthafucking dream, while they still sleep. Ha, sons-of-bitches. Alarm clock ain't going off 'til the work days half-way over. Fuck it! five more. And I heard homebody done fucked every bitch on the block, hahahaha. That muhafucka crazy. Cleveland (8x)!