Luyện nghe bài hát Ballin' Outta Control

Pushed in the at a young age
Feel me touch me as I the page
A little past ten, roughly
Eleven years old in the good location

My scratch is smellin' sour and it's
Got a seriously thinkin'
"How can I this 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 they told me
And I'll break you off somethin'

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

Hangin' around them old boys
Man them the that have love for me
They straight cut for me, 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 all the time
Motherfucker from the motherfuckin' mud
Fuck you niggaz, you think I sell my
But I'm way too cold,

Sittin' in my livin' room, thinkin' of a plan
Tryin' to find a way out, 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

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

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

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

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

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

Reverend, would you put blessin' oil
On my and hear me
I'd never sell my soul 'cause I'm way too
Motherfucker, ballin' 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 picture of I'm tryin' to say
I'm ballin' control

trippin' off me, 'cause I was a young motherfucker ballin'
Every fuckin' day I'm tellin' my fahaha's I quit
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
one, and let them know
But even my pocket's fat my belly's bigger
to come sic strict strict wid it

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

I ain't knowin', keep tellin' myself I'ma call it quits
But I got myself too much motherfuckin'
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
'Cause fools be hatin'
Lucrative spots and blows, investments and stocks

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

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

in my livin' 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

Yeah, yeah, I'm ballin' control
Out of control
I'm ballin' outta 'cause I'm way too cold
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, can you feel me?

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