Luyện nghe bài hát Gots To Go

Ain't no tellin' where I be
I got to go and people to see
Ain't no where I end up
I got shows to and hoes to fuck
Ain't no tellin' where I go
Coast to coast or just next but I gots to go

Roll up on the tour bus, a blunt
Then a, duh duh duh duh, what cha baby mama want?
Nothin' but good fuckin', dick suckin', train
She lickin' on my nuts, to her ear she hear me cummin'

Watchin' me go, she swallowed cum, you the hoe
Tongue and lip, oh man, you really lickin' my
you fucked, my baby, mama last night, nigga, no
But she did me no seeds, sticks, oh

I'm lyin' when come over cot in her draws
Nigga, all off in her draws, and that's your, baby,
If it makes you better
She's a good dick

Ain't no tellin' I might be
I got to go, and people to see
no tellin' where I end up
I got to rock and hoes to fuck
Ain't no tellin' where I go
Coast to coast or just next but I got to go

My job takes me outta town, all expense
Wakin' up with a two thousand miles away
Is seems easy weed, and wine
Four of sleep is all you get now it's time

To hoe to the show, aiyyo, yo let it go
Bust the door, rockin' dro and grab a hoe
And get back in the van some titties in hand
Let her meet your new friend who's willing to

The whole night, another flight, another gig, another
Touchin' on somebody's, baby, mama's
Niggas, in the lobby, wonderin', where women are
Third floor having a lesbian bitch

Can't get attached, I got a plane to
I wish, I hit that, but I'll be back
Yo ain't no tellin' where I'm be at
But you know I go

Ain't no tellin' I might be
I got to go, and people to see
Ain't no where I end up
I got shows to and hoes to fuck
Ain't no where I might go
to coast or just next door but I gots to go

Yeah, it's the game of the circuit, I might tendin' in it
I'm paper chasin' and rappin' but it ain't no
My money ain't a game so I ain't worried 'bout it
I'm worried about it, stackin' it and spendin' it

Ain't no pretending it dont no world move
Same way you can't pretend my shit make your girl groove
See God work in ways, but I don't
And the devil will make a wit yo ass, but I won't

Now you can have the cleanest paint job on truck
Six TVs, wood leather seats stitched and tucked
The biggest chrome playa I dont give a fuck
If I holla at your bitch, guaranteed she gettin'

You can and you can scream and you can fuss and you can fight
Like it's the worst night of your to me it's just another night
I aint carin' 'bout your drama or breakin' up home
You a joke for the crew and material for a song Mayne

no tellin' where I might be
I got to go, and people to see
Ain't no where I end up
I got shows to rock and hoes to
no tellin' where I might go
Coast to or just next door but I gots to go