Luyện nghe bài hát Touchdown

aye you im cocaine crazy right ?
niggas go
white dis , dat
(quit with 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, highs on the inside, marshmallow 49ers on the inside
Touchdown, a nigga going long, field goal, extra point a nigga going
210 on the dash, blue inside, white wit blue top, like the yankees when i come past
Home run, that boy out the park, bases loaded, world series, that boy smart

Streets Talkin Gotti been doing
niggas try em, couple niggas from 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 still owe me on a pack, think a nigga forgot becuz im nah...
i get off the road 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 i just had another child,
they say im gettin fat,guess im good
20 racks in the motor, got my name 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, on the inside, marshmallow paint 49ers on the inside
Touchdown, a nigga going long, field goal, extra point a nigga strong
210 on the dash, blue inside, white with blue top, like the yankees when i come past
Home run, 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 bands & u it personal im just tryna feed my mans
see u aint a real nigga so dats u wouldnt understand
but if it wasnt for my homeboys and if it wasnt for my fans i 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 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 me where dey do dat at gang bang in yo neighborhood but round me wouldn't even throw up your set
Motherfuckers do anything for a check, ok dats but dont fuck around & 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 here on shady vista my jewlry on my car parked my shirt off wit no 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 point a going strong
210 on the dash, blue jeans inside, white blue top, like the yankees when i come past
run, that boy out the park, bases loaded, world series, that boy hustle smart