Luyện nghe bài hát Ballin' Outta Control

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

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

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

Brought you a key of quicker than you bring me back
(Can you)
There are some recoupable
Gonna smooch black and beautiful
For my partner she to be plucked and ugly

Hangin' around old squeegee boys
Man the motherfuckers that have love for me
They cut for me, deal 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
Droppin' it nuclear all the
Motherfucker comin' the motherfuckin' mud
Fuck you niggaz, you think I my soul
But I'm way too cold,

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

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

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

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

Motherfuckers want a of my soul
haters wanna cut my grass
You wanna bring your bitch into what the top act is pourin'
Out of control sittin' on

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

Reverend, you put some blessin' oil
On my and hear me
I'd never my soul 'cause I'm way too cold
Motherfucker, ballin' control

This ol' game, kids run, never get a second chance
So take me to this world, now there's time, to getch'a
I guess by now you get the picture of I'm tryin' to say
I'm outta control

Niggaz off me, 'cause I was a young motherfucker ballin'
Every other fuckin' day I'm tellin' my I quit
Niggaz trippin' off me, 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 ballin'
Forty one, and let know
But though my pocket's fat my belly's bigger
Gots to sic strict strict wid it

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

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

Po-Po be seriously concentratin'
Noided as I watch the for all of my chemistry
'Cause fools be hatin'
Lucrative and blows, investments bonds and stocks

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

I even gon' lie I'm to', twoasted, looped, to' back, souped
Plastered, puked, on the get fully recouped
Fuck these niggaz, think I'll sell my soul
But I'm way too cold,

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

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

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

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