Luyện nghe bài hát Ballin' Outta Control

Pushed in the game at a age
me touch me as I turn the page
A past ten, roughly about
Eleven years old dropped in the good

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

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

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

Hangin' around them old squeegee
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 from the motherfuckin' mud
Fuck you niggaz, you think I 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 painted me a picture of a
To a dream, can you feel 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
Notes from a big ol' Shakie the pimp, much established
Livin' out of hand, lavish, parties so madrid

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

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

Motherfuckers want a piece of my
haters wanna cut my grass
You don't wanna your bitch into what the top act is pourin'
Out of sittin' on tickets

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

Reverend, would you put some oil
On my and hear me
I'd sell my soul 'cause I'm way too cold
Motherfucker, outta control

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

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

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

the hoe, y' know in a big ass gumbo 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 that I'ma it quits
But I got too much motherfuckin' cabbage
Out there runnin' in the
up out the way for the one time

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

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

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

in my livin' room, thinkin' of a master plan
Tryin' to find a way out, then I 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

Yeah, yeah, I'm ballin' control
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 you man, Vitti can you feel me?
I feel ya, motherfucker can you me?

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