Luyện nghe bài hát On Ball

[Daz + (T-Pain)]
Yeah, for the helpless!
Big money, big cars.. big weed! [T-Pain
Y'all what time it is! But you better stack that money!
(Awww shit! Ha ha ha ha...)
For baaaiiilll....

[Chorus 2X:
I'm on bail, got that weight for
Strawberries and blueberries all on a tail
I'm on bail, bet not nigga tell... bet not 'nan nigga tell
Yeah!

Dillinger]
I'm on a two million dollar
Caught with the that them young niggaz sell
I'm fresh outta cells, twelve hours later.. my clientele hit my
The situation gettin thick, Dat Daz is major!
I live the life of a gangster, I rob
Ten up on the table, I deny that flavor
She a fighter to the fullest, if I lose I a bullet (bullet)
Can't tell a nuttin when he starvin and losin
Now I'm back up on the street, correctly
You me, it's the same that's it's gon' be
Automatics get tragic you let niggaz have it
Then I'm caught back up like before, I gotta stack my
Monday morning, right back in court
Couple of homeboys, my momma me full support
Raised up but the Lord be with me
Like an addict, it's the and the jury, "NOT GUILTY!!!"

They used to have me on paperwork
'cause I used make my paper.. work, lifestyle with dirt
See I was first on my with .40 caliber glocks
Similarities to my uncut, ready to rock (ready to rock)
'Cause everybody ball, nobody wanna get caught
Only the pros and the cons get to stack these
Motherfuckers want that Benz with the by the karats
When they all day, they start talkin like a parrot
Information they sharing so be cautious where ya
Never pillow talk closed doors in the dark
It might back and bite you, indict you, convict you
to a five by nine for a long time
Fuck droppin dimes, niggaz is droppin whole
So the gettin skinny and the one-times love it
If I don't go get it, then the nigga will
So I kill at with my gauge in them killin fields
Yeah!

[The
Yo X, my momma to put the house up, wait, the house cost too much
her to get a hundred grand out the Porsche truck
It's like a house 'cause I take a bath in it
Get ass in it and I gotta in it
Smoke hash in it, chocolate tah
Smokin chronic me see shit, like 2Pac alive
Bandana in the front like 2Pac alive
Walkin out the courthouse on the camera guy
I bang (Thug Life), but ain't Death Row
This gangster shit for my niggaz down on death row
Exhibit A - how I let the tec go
And B - burn the rubber on the West coast

- 2X]

[Xzibit (laughing)] know y'all miss that shit