Luyện nghe bài hát Ballin' Outta Control

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

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

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

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

around them old squeegee boys
Man them the 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 the shit from the T O P, it's me, the E
it nuclear all the time
Motherfucker comin' from the mud
Fuck you niggaz, you I 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 of a life
To make a dream, can you me now?
Ballin' control, ballin' outta control

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

Closer feeling with big time makin' big time cabbage
Become a savage, guess your was
Twenty, and you to stab us
Six figure digits, 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 and your bail bondsmen paid
The word on the street's is that I done, came up too

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

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

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

This ol' game, 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' control

Niggaz trippin' off me, 'cause I was a motherfucker ballin'
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 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

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

I knowin', keep tellin' myself that I'ma call it quits
But I got myself too much cabbage
Out there in the streets
up out the way for the one time

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

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

I ain't even gon' lie I'm to', twoasted, looped, to' back,
Plastered, puked, on the get fully 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 find a way out, then I snatch the
And laugh, so I me a picture of a life
To make a dream, can you me now?
Ballin' control, ballin' outta control

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

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

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