Luyện nghe bài hát Ballin' Uncontrollably

Ballin'
Uncontrollably
Ballin'
B-ballin'

Man, I got candy-painted
Candy-painted tint, it's(?) so
I'd be lying if I I ain't hit
at nine of my friends
Plus, I got so much candy paint in my
be flyin' off my car
Be candy paintin' the kids
I got that whole block lookin' it's Candyland
Ask about me, man, they be like, go the candy man
I park the car in the and go in and
back the next mornin'
The rims are still
Hit the wheels on that Phantom, man, shit looks like the Batmobile
rims, shit, I ain't even got no wheels
Custom-fitted, custom-kitted wood
everything, what's that on the seat?
Custom stain
Now go hit the mall, y'all know that we finna ball
Get out the car, be like, "Ah, there go them superstars!"
Hit every store, flash a fucking wad of cash
but I ain't buying shit,
my candy-painted ass
We...

Ballin'
Ballin'
Ballin'
B-ballin'

Yeah,
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah,
Hit the corner liquor
To get Corona, tip the
Sipped it on the way out as I dipped, I rip the road up
And I'ma hit the and I'ma get the hoes,
When I be it, I be it, shit, anything
I'm out of control, girls know I'm loaded with dough
But, shit, I'm as fuck
I'm fuckin' as hoes(?)
These don't get a crumb, and it come
but I'm what up
Shut up, bitch, sit up, get up off them
My candy enough
If you're lucky, let you hug me, but that's all you get
Then I'ma split, disappear, a cloud of 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 dick or
I'll a chick in the butt, I really don't give a shit
Is pretty gonna have to go choke me a bitch?
You fuckin' up my Benz
Bitch, I beat up my
Don't think I won't beat a
I'll kick a in the ribs
You fuckin' retard, I'll you suckin' farts out my seat
I'll teach you not to how to control your bowels when you eat
What the do you think that colostomy bag is for, looks?
I waste nine bullets on you for you to not sing no hooks
I fuckin' take a Make a Wish Foundation with me
How 'bout some coke inside of your solution IV?
Turn and use it on me
You take my keys?
You broad, get in back, you're comin' to Florida with me,
Tell your momma I'ma drop you off at the later
We finna this run
Take gun and cover me, Slater
And your...

Ballin'
Ballin'
Ballin'
B-ballin'