Luyện nghe bài hát Touchdown

Sit and let this thug shit clog up yo' mind (hey)
Mind (hey) (hey, hey, hey, hey, hey)
Sit back and let this thug clog up yo' mind
Touchdown in the endzone, kicked it a field goal
Get the extra points, tell me the real score?
Tell me who's the real ho? Baby official
I'll referee (brrrrrr) bitch blow the
Tell her to blow it, no stoppin man, get this motherfucker poppin man
it like a prostitute and I'm in the game, this strong arm robbery man
Touchdown in the endzone mean money man, better get
Field goal, now my friends on, Benjamins in the real zone
What's the real score? Bitches is wantin to constantly on the dick
What we fo'? To get mo', that's why we be mobbin so thick
Quick to scream out Nation, put the screen on the hation
no time gon' be wastin, y'all been patiently waitin
We have them T-shirt and panty parties, bitches be doin us
Wanna thank ya for the flavor, you I'm never gon' savor
What you gave up, was precious doll, you the shiznit, you put it
I love it when you get wild, I love you "Touchdown"
[Hook: C] + (Dre Ghost)
Put hands in the air (bitch go ahead and show me somethin!)
Put my nuts on your chin (bitch go ahead and me somethin!)
Now do it again and again bitch (bitch go ahead and me somethin!)
(Won't you show me somethin, go ahead and me somethin!)
your momma name is? (Bitch go ahead and show me somethin!)
Did she have kids? (Bitch go ahead and show me somethin!)
And who the fuck next of kin? (Bitch go ahead and show me somethin!)
(Won't you me somethin, go ahead and show me somethin!)
Don't break down it over, over
Don't leave now, it ain't over, feel the party started girl
You should be against the law, got a nigga wantin to break you off
Come here girl, take that off, that body there was made to floss
Made for me, give Thin a piece, Dre a shot, he rock the cock
L.D.T. make panties drop, oh you one of them that like to block?
Oh you like to Get you some popcorn, and watch the movie
Kick up toes, I suppose, you gon' be comin up out of your clothes
And there you go, nobody knows, closed do's
Freaks exposed, ladies and hoes, wanna do me right the show
Hey, ain't nothin wrong, with a bit of bumpin and grindin
me yo' age, show me yo' license, we ain't goin out like Tyson
Better try again, we dig you too, but the main thang is
Cause that-a way you would get some play, and it just might yo' day
Cause the official don't blow the whistle, you steppin out of bounds
In yo' city or in yo' town, this how it's down
Touchdown in the endzone, kicked it like a goal
Get the extra points, me what's the real score?
Tell me who's the ho? Baby it's official
I'll referee (brrrrrr) bitch the whistle
Ay, ay, ay. ay, ay...
Ay, ay, ay. ay, ay...
Grannys, aunts, sisters,
We don't give a fuck, we love pieces
Got me a condom, let me release
Let me see them Secrets
Fuck the drama, you can it
Laffy Taffy's and Tootsie
Fuck that, me the pussy hole
I'm to the point, such a
And should I say, they show me
Went to the room, from the club
All y'all broads can with us
You a sport, and we with that
Charity baby, back
me baby, dig that?
Let me hit that, let me hit