Luyện nghe bài hát Ballin' Outta Control

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

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

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

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

Hangin' around old squeegee boys
Man them the motherfuckers that have 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 from the T O P, me, the E
Droppin' it nuclear all the
Motherfucker comin' the motherfuckin' mud
Fuck you niggaz, you think I 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 a dream, can you feel 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
Notes from a big ol' the pimp, pretty much established
out of hand, lavish, throwin' parties so madrid

Closer feeling with big time folks big time cabbage
Become a savage, guess boat was
Twenty, and you tried to us
Six figure digits, 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 paid
The on the street's is that I done, came up too fast

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

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

Reverend, would you put blessin' oil
On my head and me
I'd never sell my soul 'cause I'm way too
Motherfucker, outta control

ol' game, kids they run, never get a second 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' outta

Niggaz off me, 'cause I was a young motherfucker ballin'
other fuckin' 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

trippin' off me, 'cause I was a young motherfucker ballin'
Forty one, and let them
But even my pocket's fat my belly's bigger
Gots to come sic 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, frequent
Whass up you timah, when your ass gonna

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

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

Esquired and crops, techno chops and glocks
'Cause niggaz be tryin to make
When they get all in front of 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 fully recouped
Fuck these niggaz, they think sell my soul
But I'm way too cold,

Sittin' in my livin' room, thinkin' of a master
Tryin' to find a way out, then I snatch the
And laugh, so I painted me a picture of a
To make a dream, can you feel me
Ballin' outta control, ballin' 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 feel you man, can you feel me?
I feel ya, motherfucker can you me?

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