Luyện nghe bài hát Outta Control (remix)

It's the Mobb, M O B B
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'm a get my drink on and party like it's

Trust me man it's okay bounce me in slow mo'
When they hear the kid in the house it's oh no
50 got 'em locin' again, they again
Got 'em sippin' on that and gin

You could find me in the burnin' that backwood
Stylin' and stuntin' doin' my two frontin'
Now I'm a tell you what Em me homey
lose the parental discretion's advised this is grown folk music

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

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

You know, I got what it
To make the go outta control
Quit playin' turn the up a little bit
Bounce with me now shorty let's get it

You know, I got what it
To the club go outta control
Quit playin' turn the up a little bit
Bounce with me now homey let's get it

You wanna search me than search me but up 'cause I'm thirsty
I that, grind in my system P, on my side twistin'
In club today for the chick to go both
Let me see that ID just for proof with the drink till the is gone

Hit the dance floor like a scene from porn
Before it pop, me sign a disclaimer
Try to get me on pop shit these chicks will frame you
But, in any event, fuckin' with 50 it make cents

Cents, them dollars, the hoes wanna holla
But you lookin' at a nigga that done from the squalla
Now my buddy so I can pop ya collar
Now same nothin let me see you swallow

In my crib got the back the new problem
In the club feed them liquor of the I'm starvin'
So much green gettin' like Botanical Garden
go

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

You know, I got it takes
To make the club go outta
Quit turn the music up a little bit
Bounce me now homey let's get into it

You already know how it go I I shine
I play, I stay, I'm for mine
I'm young, I'm black, I'm and yes
I'm ghetto the motherfuckin' project steps

I'm cool I'm calm you lookin' real
I'm strapped I'm kid hold your head
I'm known for Gat poppin', I got problems
I run, I just gun you all up

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

Just as long as you don't go off and tell
I go down low, I'm lyin', I'm tryin' my best to let you
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
Quit playin' the music up a little bit
with me now shorty let's get into it

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