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, about
Eleven years old in the good location

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

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

Brought you a key of crack quicker you bring me back
(Can you)
are some things recoupable
Gonna smooch black and beautiful
For my partner she used to be and ugly

around them old squeegee boys
Man them the motherfuckers 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 shit from the T O P, me, the E
Droppin' it all the time
Motherfucker comin' from the 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 of a life
To make a dream, can you feel me
outta control, ballin' outta control

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

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

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

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

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

This ol' game, kids they run, never get a chance
So take me to this world, now 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 fuckin' day I'm tellin' my fahaha's I
trippin' off me, 'cause 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'
Forty one, and let them
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 it lock
Horse races, to Vegas, frequent flier
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 much cabbage
Out there in the streets
up out the way for the one time

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

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

I ain't gon' lie I'm to', twoasted, looped, to' back, souped
Plastered, puked, on the get fully recouped
Fuck these niggaz, they think I'll sell my
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 me a picture of a life
To a dream, can you feel me now?
outta control, ballin' outta control

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

Yeah, me man
I you man, can you feel me man
Yeah, I you man, Vitti 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 time, yeah, yeah, yeah
All day, motherfucker,