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 old dropped in the good location

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

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

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

Hangin' around them old squeegee
Man the motherfuckers 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 from the T O P, it's me, the E
Droppin' it nuclear all the
Motherfucker comin' the motherfuckin' mud
Fuck you niggaz, you I 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 me a picture of a life
To a dream, can you feel me now?
Ballin' control, ballin' outta control

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

Closer feeling with big time folks big time cabbage
Become a savage, guess boat was
Twenty, and you to stab us
Six digits, just 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 lawyers and your bail bondsmen
The word on the is that I done, came up too fast

Motherfuckers want a of my soul
Playa haters cut my grass
You don't bring 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 like that, me my strap man
I these fools to feel me

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

This ol' game, kids run, never get a second chance
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' outta

Niggaz trippin' off me, I was a young motherfucker ballin'
Every other fuckin' day I'm tellin' my I quit
Niggaz trippin' off me, 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 though my fat my belly's bigger
Gots to sic strict strict wid it

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

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

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

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

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

Sittin' in my livin' room, thinkin' of a plan
Tryin' to find a way out, then I 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 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 you man, Vitti can you feel me?
I feel ya, motherfucker can you me?

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