Luyện nghe bài hát Touchdown

aye you know im cocaine right ?
These go
white dis , dat
(quit fucking me , white everything)
a lil bitch i fuck with talk bout she want cat .
You know dis my 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, field goal, point a nigga going strong
210 on the dash, blue jean inside, white wit blue top, like the yankees when i come
run, that boy out the park, bases loaded, world series, that boy hustle smart

Streets Talkin been doing good
niggas wanna try em, couple niggas 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 nigga forgot im rappin? nah...
When i get off the I shoot back to my town
new whips, new watch, with me, its goin down
own family hatin, niggas looking mad, guess it be little better if a was doin bad,
but momma got a smile, brother still wild i gotta get this money i just had child,
they say im fat,guess im eatin good
20 racks in the motor, got my name the hood, YO GOTTI,
Sometimes i think back, I of went fed, this a chance in a lifetime i gotta think ahead

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

My city rootin for me the club owners mad cause i wont to kick it
for under 25 bands & u it personal im just tryna feed my mans
see u aint a nigga so dats sumthin u wouldnt understand
but if it wasnt for my homeboys and if it wasnt for my fans i would of 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 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 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 even throw up your set
Motherfuckers do anything for a check, ok dats cool but dont fuck & let project 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 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 base in the trunk, highs on the inside, marshmallow paint 49ers on the
Touchdown, a nigga going long, field goal, extra point a nigga strong
210 on the dash, blue jeans inside, with blue top, like the yankees when i come past
Home run, that boy out the park, bases loaded, world series, that boy smart