Luyện nghe bài hát Touchdown

aye you know im cocaine right ?
These go
white dis , dat
(quit with me , white everything)
a lil bitch i fuck talk bout she want white cat .
You dis my city right ?
(hoe you crazy)
Pussy ass

I got base in the trunk, highs on the inside, marshmallow paint 49ers on the
Touchdown, a nigga going long, goal, extra point a nigga going strong
210 on the dash, blue jean inside, white wit blue top, like the yankees i come past
run, that boy out the park, bases loaded, world series, that boy hustle smart

Streets Talkin Gotti been good
niggas wanna try em, niggas from the hood
you know how that go, niggas say you fuck wit em, truth be told wen i hustlin i aint fuck wit em
same nigga still owe me on a pack, think a forgot becuz im rappin? nah...
When i get off the road I shoot to my town
new whips, new watch, with me, its goin down
own hatin, niggas looking mad, guess it be little better if a nigga was doin bad,
but momma got a smile, brother wild i gotta get this money i just had another child,
say im gettin fat,guess im eatin good
20 in the motor, got my name under the hood, YO GOTTI,
Sometimes i think back, I could of went fed, this a chance in a lifetime i gotta think

I got base in the trunk, highs on the inside, paint 49ers on the inside
Touchdown, a nigga going long, field goal, point a nigga going strong
210 on the dash, blue jeans inside, white with blue top, the yankees when i come past
run, that boy out the park, bases loaded, world series, that boy hustle smart

My city rootin for me the club owners mad cause i wont come to it
for 25 bands & u taking it personal im just tryna feed my mans
see u aint a real nigga so dats sumthin u wouldnt
but if it wasnt for my homeboys and if it wasnt for my fans i would of been clicked on u bitches nd doin a quarter off n da can but keep on grindin nd keep on shinin cuss dats wut u cant stand imma kill u bitches softly every time i ride pass
what da fuck make u wanna beef wit me like u street as me running round here talking down u aint use to be wit me bitch u aint use to tote heat wit me bitch u aint use to eat wit me bitch i was thuggin n ridgecrest yo funky ass was somewhere down da street yo fuck ass aint no real g tell me where dey do dat at gang bang in yo neighborhood but round me wouldn't even throw up your set
do anything for a check, ok dats cool but dont fuck around & let project pat and juicy j get yo ass wet
On another im da same nigga wit mo paper nd mo bigger & wen ever im n town bitch im rite here on shady vista my jewlry on my car parked my shirt off wit no pistol aint nan nigga gone take nuttn my lil niggaz a shake sumtn my lil niggas got mo paper my lil niggas dont even rap runnin round talk bout u got signed bitch u still livin in da trap!!!!!!

I got in the trunk, highs on the inside, marshmallow paint 49ers on the inside
Touchdown, a nigga going long, field goal, extra a nigga going strong
210 on the dash, blue jeans inside, white with blue top, like the yankees when i come
Home run, that boy out the park, bases loaded, world series, boy hustle smart