Luyện nghe bài hát Ballin' Outta Control

Pushed in the at a young age
Feel me touch me as I the page
A past ten, roughly about
Eleven years old in the good location

My scratch is sour and it's stinkin'
Got a nigga seriously
"How can I this odor, and purchase me a Lincoln?"
Minimum flippin' patties, nope

I'd rather fuck around with Cola, yola
Ice cream, candy, granola, huh
Slave for men, what they told me
And I'll break you off somethin'

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

Hangin' them old squeegee boys
Man them the that have love for me
They cut for me, deal 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
Droppin' it all the time
Motherfucker from the motherfuckin' mud
Fuck you niggaz, you think I my soul
But I'm way too cold,

Sittin' in my room, thinkin' of a master plan
to find 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?
Ballin' control, ballin' outta control

Fresh off the showroom flo', bought me a
Now I'm havin' long money, like Ross Perot, so
Notes from a big ol' Shakie the pimp, pretty much
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 I 'ot you like

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

Motherfuckers want a piece of my
Playa haters wanna cut my
You don't wanna bring bitch into what the top act is pourin'
Out of sittin' on tickets

Million spots, technology chops
And a motherfucker 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 sell my soul 'cause I'm way too cold
Motherfucker, ballin' control

ol' game, kids they run, never get a second chance
So me to this world, now there's always time, to getch'a
I by now you get the picture of what I'm tryin' to say
I'm outta control

Niggaz trippin' off me, I was a young motherfucker ballin'
Every other fuckin' day I'm my fahaha's I quit
Niggaz trippin' off me, 'cause I was a 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 know
But even my pocket's fat my belly's bigger
to come sic strict strict wid it

Throw the hoe, y' in a big ass gumbo pot
Full stir, let it settle to it lock
Horse races, trips to Vegas, frequent
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
Lookin' up out the way for the one

Po-Po be seriously concentratin'
as I watch the back for all of my chemistry
'Cause be playa hatin'
Lucrative spots and blows, investments and stocks

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

I even 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,

Sittin' in my room, thinkin' of a master plan
Tryin' to a way out, then I snatch the scratch
And laugh, so I painted me a of a life
To a dream, can you feel me now?
Ballin' outta control, outta control

Yeah, yeah, I'm outta control
Out of control
I'm ballin' outta '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 ya, motherfucker can you feel me?

Yeah, me man
I you man, feel me boy?
I'm ballin' control
Every time, yeah, yeah, yeah
All day, motherfucker,