Luyện nghe bài hát Ballin' Outta Control

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

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

I'd fuck around 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 crack 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' them old squeegee 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 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 sell my
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 make a dream, can you me now?
Ballin' outta control, ballin' control

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

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

I got the city sewed 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 that I done, up too fast

Motherfuckers 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 sittin' on

Million spots, technology chops
And a proud fool, assed ridiculous
fuckin' 'em up like 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 never sell my soul I'm way too cold
Motherfucker, ballin' control

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

Niggaz off me, 'cause I was a young motherfucker ballin'
Every other day I'm tellin' 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 ballin'
Forty one, and let them
But even though my 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 it lock
Horse races, trips to Vegas, flier
Whass up you timah, when your ass retire?

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

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

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

I ain't gon' lie I'm to', twoasted, looped, to' back, souped
Plastered, puked, on the get fully recouped
Fuck these niggaz, they think I'll my soul
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 painted me a of a life
To make a dream, can you feel me
Ballin' outta control, outta control

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

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 outta control
Every time, yeah, yeah, yeah
All day, motherfucker,