Luyện nghe bài hát Ballin' Outta Control

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

My scratch is smellin' sour and stinkin'
Got a nigga thinkin'
"How can I kill this odor, and me a Lincoln?"
Minimum wage patties, nope

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

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

Hangin' them old squeegee boys
Man them the 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
it nuclear all the time
Motherfucker comin' the motherfuckin' mud
you niggaz, you think I sell my soul
But I'm way too cold,

Sittin' in my livin' room, 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' outta

Fresh off the 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
Livin' out of hand, lavish, throwin' parties so

Closer feeling with big folks makin' big time cabbage
Become a savage, guess your was
Twenty, and you to stab us
Six figure digits, just like I 'ot you

I got the whole sewed up in stitches
Your product'll win if you gots top grade, but you
Keep, lawyers and your bail bondsmen paid
The word on the street's is that I done, up too fast

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

dollar spots, technology chops
And a motherfucker proud fool, ridiculous
Straight fuckin' 'em up like that, throw me my man
I these 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' control

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

Niggaz trippin' off me, 'cause I was a young ballin'
Every other fuckin' day I'm my fahaha's 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'
one, and let them know
But even though my pocket's fat my belly's
Gots to sic strict 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
up you timah, when your ass gonna retire?

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

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

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

I ain't even lie I'm to', twoasted, looped, to' back, souped
Plastered, puked, on the get back recouped
Fuck these niggaz, they think I'll 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 the scratch
And laugh, so I painted me a of a life
To make a dream, can you feel me
outta control, ballin' outta control

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

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' outta
Every time, yeah, yeah, yeah
All day, motherfucker,