Luyện nghe bài hát Outta Control

It's the infamous Mobb,
(Ha ha)
We can't be touched nigga, can't you
(G-Unit)

You do you man cause me I'm do my thang
(You I do my thang)
I'ma get my drink on and party like ok

Trust me man it's ok with me in slow mo
When they hear the kid in the they like, "Oh no"
50 got 'em again, they open again
Got 'em sippin' on that and gin

You could find me in the background burnin' backwood
Stylin' and stuntin' my two step frontin'
Now I'ma tell you what told me homey
Just lose the parental discretion's advised this is folk music

Now blend in with me, as I proceed to break it
It's off the chain man when I'm around
I the block bumpin', it was all for the dough
I get the club jumpin', I'm sick with the flow

You know it's sold out, like I go
I jam packed the show man fo' sho'
I got the info you already
Man I get it poppin' in the everybody show me love let's go

You, know, I, got
What it takes to the club go outta control
Quit playin', turn the up a little bit
Bounce with me now shorty get into it

You, know, I, got
it takes to make the club go outta control
Quit playin', turn the music up a bit
with me now homey let's get into it

You wanna search me then search me but up cause I'm thirsty
I need that, in my system P, on my side twistin'
In club do things for the that go both ways
Let me see that ID for proof

With the drink till the is gone
Hit the floor like a scene from soft porn
Before it pop, make me sign a
Try to get me on some pop shit these chicks frame ya

But, in any event, fuckin' with 50 it make cents
Cents, into them dollars, the hoes wanna
But you lookin' at a nigga that done from the squalla
Now my buddy so gone I can pop ya

Now say nothin' let me see you swallow
In my crib got the back the new problem
In the club feed liquor of the wise we starvin'
So much green gettin' twisted like Garden, let's go

You, know, I, got
What it to make the club go outta control
playin', turn the music up a little bit
Bounce with me now shorty let's get it

You, know, I, got
it takes to make the club go outta control
Quit playin', the music up a little bit
with me now homey let's get into it

You already how it go, I bang I shine
I I stay I'm goin' for mines
I'm young I'm black I'm and yes
I'm than the motherfuckin' project steps

I'm I'm calm you lookin' real stressed
I'm strapped I'm armed kid your head
I'm for Gat poppin', when I got problems
I run, I just gun you all up

But we ain't come here to start no
We just lookin' for our future mamas
With money with face with style and
I cook I I swear that mami

Just as long as you don't go off and nobody
I go low, I'm lyin' I'm tryin' my best to let you know
Sugar pop get at P The Doc
Make it to get 'em in the bed sheets

You, know, I, got
it takes to make the club go outta control
Quit playin', the music up a little bit
with me now shorty let's get into it

You, know, I, got
What it takes to the club go outta control
Quit playin' turn the up a little bit
with me now homey let's get into it