Luyện nghe bài hát Touchdown

Sit back and let thug shit clog up yo' mind (hey)
(hey) mind (hey, hey, hey, hey, hey)
Sit back and let this thug shit clog up yo'
Touchdown in the endzone, kicked it like a field
Get the extra points, tell me what's the real
Tell me who's the real ho? Baby it's
referee (brrrrrr) bitch blow the whistle
Tell her to blow it, ain't no stoppin man, get this motherfucker man
Treat it like a prostitute and I'm in the game, strong arm robbery man
Touchdown in the mean money man, better get some
Field goal, now my friends on, countin in the real zone
What's the real score? Bitches is wantin to constantly on the dick
What we here To get mo', that's why we be mobbin so thick
Quick to scream out Nation, put the screen on the hation
Ain't no time gon' be wastin, y'all patiently waitin
We have them T-shirt and parties, bitches be doin us favors
Wanna thank ya for the flavor, you know I'm never gon'
What you gave up, was precious doll, you the shiznit, you put it
I love it you get wild, I love you screamin "Touchdown"
Thin C] + (Dre Ghost)
Put your hands in the air (bitch go and show me somethin!)
Put my nuts on your chin (bitch go ahead and me somethin!)
Now do it again and again (bitch go ahead and give me somethin!)
(Won't you me somethin, go ahead and show me somethin!)
What your momma name is? (Bitch go and show me somethin!)
Did she really have kids? (Bitch go and show me somethin!)
And who the fuck next of kin? (Bitch go ahead and show me somethin!)
(Won't you show me somethin, go and show me somethin!)
Don't break down it ain't over,
Don't leave now, it over, feel the party gettin started girl
You flawless should be against the law, got a nigga wantin to you off
Come here girl, take that off, that body there was made to floss
Made for me, Thin a piece, give Dre a shot, he rock the cock
L.D.T. make panties drop, oh you one of them kind that like to
Oh you like to Get you some popcorn, and watch the movie
up your toes, I suppose, you gon' be comin up out of your clothes
And there you go, knows, behind closed do's
Freaks exposed, ladies and hoes, wanna do me right after the
Hey, ain't nothin wrong, with a bit of bumpin and grindin
Tell me yo' age, show me yo' license, we ain't out like Tyson
Better try again, we dig you too, but the thang is cooperatin
Cause that-a way you would get some play, and it just might yo' day
the official don't blow the whistle, when you steppin out of bounds
In yo' city or in yo' town, this how it's goin
Touchdown in the endzone, it like a field goal
Get the points, tell me what's the real score?
Tell me who's the real ho? Baby official
I'll referee (brrrrrr) bitch blow the
Ay, ay, ay. ay, ay...
Ay, ay, ay. ay, ay...
Grannys, aunts, sisters,
We don't a fuck, we love dime pieces
Got me a condom, let me release
Let me see them Victoria
the drama, you can keep it
Laffy Taffy's and Rolls
Fuck that, show me the pussy
I'm to the point, such a
And I say, they show me love
to the room, straight from the club
All y'all can leave with us
You a sport, and we with that
baby, give back
Shower me baby, dig
Let me hit that, let me hit