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, roughly
Eleven years old dropped in the location

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

I'd rather fuck with Coca Cola, yola
Ice cream, candy, granola, huh
Slave for men, that's 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 your black and beautiful
For my partner she to be plucked and ugly

Hangin' around them old squeegee
Man them the motherfuckers 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 from the T O P, it's me, the E
Droppin' it all the time
Motherfucker from the motherfuckin' mud
you niggaz, you think I sell 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?
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, parties so madrid

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

I got the whole city sewed up in
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

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

Million dollar spots, chops
And a motherfucker proud fool, ridiculous
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, ballin' outta

This ol' game, they 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 of what I'm tryin' to say
I'm outta control

Niggaz trippin' off me, 'cause I was a young motherfucker
Every other fuckin' day I'm my fahaha's I quit
Niggaz trippin' off me, 'cause I was a young ballin'
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 sic strict strict wid it

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

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

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

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

Sittin' in my livin' room, 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 feel me
outta control, ballin' outta control

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

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

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