Luyện nghe bài hát Ballin' Outta Control

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

My scratch is smellin' sour and it's
Got a seriously 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 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 to be plucked and ugly

Hangin' around them old squeegee
Man them the motherfuckers have love 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 the T O P, it's me, the E
Droppin' it nuclear all the
comin' from the motherfuckin' mud
Fuck you niggaz, you I sell my soul
But I'm way too cold,

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

Fresh off the showroom flo', 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, 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 figure digits, like I 'ot you like

I got the whole sewed up in stitches
Your product'll win if you gots top grade, but you
Keep, your lawyers and your bail paid
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 your bitch into what the top act is pourin'
Out of sittin' on tickets

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

Reverend, would you put some oil
On my and hear me
I'd sell my soul 'cause I'm way too cold
Motherfucker, ballin' outta

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

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

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

I ain't knowin', keep tellin' myself that I'ma call it
But I got myself too much cabbage
Out runnin' 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, investments bonds and

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 gon' lie I'm to', twoasted, looped, to' back, souped
Plastered, puked, on the get back fully
Fuck these niggaz, they think I'll sell my
But I'm way too cold,

Sittin' in my livin' room, 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 a dream, can you feel me now?
outta control, ballin' outta control

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

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

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