Luyện nghe bài hát Ballin' Outta Control

Pushed in the game at a age
Feel me me as I turn the page
A little ten, roughly about
Eleven old dropped in the good location

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

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

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

Hangin' around them old squeegee
Man them the motherfuckers 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 spits the from the T O P, it's me, the E
it nuclear all the time
Motherfucker from the motherfuckin' mud
Fuck you niggaz, you think I my soul
But I'm way too cold,

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

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

Closer feeling with big time folks makin' big 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 city up in stitches
product'll win if you gots top grade, but you gotta
Keep, lawyers and your bail bondsmen paid
The word on the street's is that I done, came up too

Motherfuckers want a of my soul
Playa haters 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 motherfucker proud fool, assed
Straight fuckin' 'em up like that, throw me my man
I these fools to feel me

Reverend, would you put blessin' oil
On my and hear me
I'd never my soul 'cause I'm way too cold
Motherfucker, ballin' control

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

Niggaz trippin' off me, 'cause I was a young motherfucker
Every other fuckin' day I'm tellin' my fahaha's I
Niggaz trippin' off me, I was a young motherfucker ballin'
We can get it on, we can get it on

Niggaz trippin' off me, 'cause I was a motherfucker ballin'
one, and let them know
But even though my pocket's fat my belly's
to come sic strict strict wid it

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

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

Po-Po Penelope be concentratin'
Noided as I watch the back for all of my
'Cause be playa hatin'
Lucrative and blows, investments bonds and stocks

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

I ain't even gon' lie I'm to', twoasted, looped, to' back,
Plastered, puked, on the get back fully
Fuck 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 me now?
Ballin' control, ballin' outta control

Yeah, yeah, I'm ballin' control
Out of control
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 feel you man, can you feel me?
I feel ya, can you feel me?

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