Luyện nghe bài hát Ballin' Outta Control

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

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

I'd rather fuck around with 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)
are some things recoupable
Gonna smooch your and beautiful
For my partner she used to be and ugly

Hangin' around old squeegee boys
Man them the motherfuckers have love for me
straight cut for me, deal me, touch me
L O V E, E to the F to the R T Y

I spits the shit the T O P, it's me, the E
Droppin' it nuclear all the
Motherfucker comin' from the mud
Fuck you niggaz, you think I my soul
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, ballin' control

off the showroom 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' parties so

feeling with big time folks 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 whole sewed up in stitches
Your product'll win if you gots top grade, but you
Keep, your lawyers and your bail bondsmen
The word on the street's is that I done, up too fast

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

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

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

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

Niggaz trippin' off me, 'cause I was a young motherfucker
other fuckin' day I'm tellin' my fahaha's 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 them
But even though my pocket's fat my bigger
Gots to sic strict strict wid it

Throw the hoe, y' know in a big ass pot
Full stir, let it to make it lock
races, trips to Vegas, frequent flier
Whass up you timah, your ass gonna retire?

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

Po-Po Penelope be concentratin'
Noided as I watch the back for all of my
fools be playa hatin'
Lucrative and blows, investments bonds and stocks

Esquired land and crops, techno chops and
niggaz be tryin to make movies
When get all in front of these bootch ass hoochies
I be like the cap like a hungry mother

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

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

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

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

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