Luyện nghe bài hát Ballin' Outta Control

Pushed in the at a young age
Feel me me as I turn the page
A little ten, roughly about
years old dropped in the good location

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

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

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

Hangin' around them old boys
Man the motherfuckers that have love for me
They straight cut for me, deal me, 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 livin' room, thinkin' of a plan
to find a way out, then I snatch the scratch
And laugh, so I me a picture of a life
To make a dream, can you me now?
Ballin' outta control, 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, parties so madrid

Closer feeling with big time folks makin' big time
a savage, guess 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 paid
The word on the street's is that I done, up too fast

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

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

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

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

Niggaz trippin' off me, 'cause I was a young motherfucker
Every other day I'm tellin' my fahaha's I quit
Niggaz 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 my pocket's fat my belly's bigger
Gots to come sic strict wid it

Throw the hoe, y' know in a big ass pot
Full stir, let it settle to it lock
Horse races, trips to Vegas, frequent
up you timah, when 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 in the streets
Lookin' up out the way for the one

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

land and crops, techno chops and glocks
'Cause niggaz be to make movies
When get all in front of these bootch 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 recouped
Fuck these niggaz, think I'll sell my soul
But I'm way too cold,

in my livin' room, thinkin' of a master plan
Tryin' to find a way out, I snatch the scratch
And laugh, so I painted me a of a life
To make a dream, can you me now?
outta 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 ya, motherfucker can you feel me?

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