Luyện nghe bài hát Ballin' Outta Control

Pushed in the game at a age
Feel me touch me as I turn the
A little past ten, about
years old dropped in the good location

My is smellin' sour and it's stinkin'
Got a nigga seriously
"How can I kill odor, and purchase me a Lincoln?"
wage flippin' patties, nope

I'd rather fuck around Coca Cola, yola
Ice cream, candy, granola, huh
for men, that's what they told me
And I'll break you off suitable

Brought you a key of crack quicker you bring me back
(Can you)
There are some things
Gonna smooch your black and
For my she used to be plucked and ugly

around them old squeegee boys
Man them the motherfuckers that have for me
They straight cut for me, me, touch me
L O V E, E to the F to the R T Y

I spits the shit from the T O P, me, the E
it nuclear all the time
Motherfucker comin' from the mud
you niggaz, you think I sell my soul
But I'm way too cold,

Sittin' in my livin' room, thinkin' of a master
Tryin' to find a way out, I snatch the scratch
And laugh, so I painted me a picture of a
To make a dream, can you me now?
Ballin' outta control, ballin' control

Fresh off the showroom flo', bought me a
Now I'm havin' long money, Ross Perot, so take
Notes from a big ol' the pimp, pretty much established
out of hand, lavish, throwin' parties so madrid

Closer feeling big time folks makin' big time cabbage
Become a savage, guess your was
Twenty, and you to stab us
Six digits, just like I 'ot you like

I got the whole city up in stitches
product'll win if you gots top grade, but you gotta
Keep, lawyers and your bail bondsmen paid
The word on the street's is that I done, up too fast

Motherfuckers want a of my soul
Playa haters wanna cut my
You don't bring your bitch into what the top act is pourin'
Out of control sittin' on

Million dollar spots, technology
And a motherfucker proud fool, assed
Straight fuckin' 'em up like that, me my strap man
I want these fools to me

Reverend, would you put blessin' oil
On my head and me
I'd never my soul 'cause I'm way too cold
Motherfucker, outta control

This ol' game, kids they run, never get a chance
So take me to world, now there's always time, to getch'a
I by now you get the picture of what I'm tryin' to say
I'm ballin' outta

trippin' off me, 'cause I was a young motherfucker ballin'
Every fuckin' day I'm tellin' my fahaha's I quit
trippin' off me, 'cause I was a young motherfucker ballin'
We can get it on, we can get it on

Niggaz trippin' off me, 'cause I was a young motherfucker
one, and let them know
But even though my pocket's fat my bigger
Gots to come sic strict wid it

Throw the hoe, y' in a big ass gumbo pot
stir, let it settle to make it lock
Horse races, trips to Vegas, flier
Whass up you timah, when ass gonna retire?

I ain't knowin', keep tellin' myself that I'ma call it
But I got too much motherfuckin' cabbage
Out runnin' in the streets
Lookin' up out the way for the one

Penelope be seriously concentratin'
Noided as I watch the back for all of my
'Cause fools be playa
Lucrative spots and blows, bonds and stocks

land and crops, techno chops and glocks
'Cause niggaz be tryin to make
When they get all in front of these ass hoochies
I be like poppin' the cap a hungry mother

I ain't even lie I'm to', twoasted, looped, to' back, souped
Plastered, puked, on the get back fully
Fuck these niggaz, they think I'll sell my
But I'm way too cold,

Sittin' in my room, thinkin' of a master plan
to find a way out, then I snatch the scratch
And laugh, so I me a picture of a life
To a dream, can you feel me now?
Ballin' outta control, outta control

Yeah, yeah, I'm outta control
Out of control
I'm ballin' outta control I'm way too cold
Yeah, I'm ballin' outta

Yeah, me man
I you man, can you feel me man
Yeah, I feel you man, can you feel me?
I ya, motherfucker can you feel me?

Yeah, me man
I you man, feel me boy?
I'm outta control
fuckin' time, yeah, yeah, yeah
All day, motherfucker,