Luyện nghe bài hát Touchdown

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

I got base in the trunk, 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 jean inside, white wit blue top, like the yankees when i come
Home run, that boy out the park, loaded, world series, that boy hustle smart

Streets Talkin Gotti been doing
niggas wanna try em, couple niggas the hood
you know how that go, niggas say you dont fuck wit em, truth be told wen i i aint fuck wit em
same nigga owe me on a pack, think a nigga 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, still wild i gotta get this money i just had another child,
they say im gettin fat,guess im eatin
20 racks in the motor, got my under the hood, YO GOTTI,
i think back, I could of went fed, this a chance in a lifetime i gotta think ahead

I got base in the trunk, on the inside, marshmallow paint 49ers on the inside
Touchdown, a nigga long, field goal, extra point a nigga going strong
210 on the dash, blue inside, white with blue top, like 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 mad cause i wont come to kick it
for under 25 & u taking it personal im just tryna feed my mans
see u aint a real so dats sumthin u wouldnt understand
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 imma keep on grindin nd keep on shinin cuss dats wut u cant stand imma kill u 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 bitch 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 up your set
Motherfuckers do anything for a check, ok dats cool but dont fuck around & let pat and juicy j get yo ass wet
On another note 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 in da trap!!!!!!

I got base in the trunk, highs on the inside, marshmallow 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, the yankees when i come past
Home run, that boy out the park, bases loaded, world series, that boy hustle