Luyện nghe bài hát Ballin' Uncontrollably

Ballin'
Uncontrollably
Ballin'
B-ballin'

Man, I got candy-painted
tint, it's(?) so dark
I'd be lying if I said I hit
at least nine of my
Plus, I got so candy paint in my rims
be flyin' off my car
Be candy paintin' the kids
I got that whole lookin' like it's Candyland
Ask me, man, they be like, there go the candy man
I the car in the garage and go in and
back the next mornin'
The rims are spinnin'
Hit the wheels on Phantom, man, that shit looks like the Batmobile
32-inch rims, shit, I ain't got no wheels
Custom-fitted, custom-kitted grain
Custom everything, what's on the seat?
Custom mustard
Now let's go hit the mall, know that we finna ball
Get out the car, be like, "Ah, there go them superstars!"
Hit single store, flash a fucking wad of cash
but I ain't buying shit,
Kiss my ass
We...

Ballin'
Ballin'
Ballin'
Uncontrollably

Yeah,
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah,
Hit the corner store
To get Corona, tip the
it on the way out as I dipped, I wanna rip the road up
And hit the cinema and I'ma get the hoes,
When I be it, I be it, shit, anything
I'm ballin' out of control, girls know I'm loaded dough
But, shit, I'm as fuck
I'm stingy as hoes(?)
These bitches don't get a crumb, and it
but I'm what up
Shut up, bitch, sit up, get up off them
My candy paint's
If lucky, I'll let you hug me, but that's all you get
Then I'ma split, disappear, a of smoke is all you see
Yeah...

Ballin'
Ballin'
Ballin'
Uncontrollably

Bitch, get the fuck out my car if we ain't fuck
I'm horny as fuck, bitch, are you suckin' my or what?
I'll fuck a chick in the butt, I don't give a shit
Is pretty Marshall gonna have to go me a bitch?
You fuckin' up my Benz
Bitch, I beat up my
Don't think I beat a bitch
I'll a six-year-old in the ribs
You fuckin' retard, I'll you suckin' farts out my seat
teach you not to know how to control your bowels when you eat
What the do you think that colostomy bag is for, looks?
I ain't nine bullets on you for you to not sing no hooks
I fuckin' a Make a Wish Foundation patient with me
How 'bout some coke inside of your solution IV?
Turn and use it on me
You tryna my keys?
You fuckin' broad, get in back, you're comin' to with me,
Tell your momma I'ma drop you off at the later
We finna this run
Take this gun and cover me,
And your...

Uncontrollably
Ballin'
Ballin'
B-ballin'