Luyện nghe bài hát Touchdown

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

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

Streets Talkin Gotti doing good
niggas try em, couple niggas from the hood
you know how that go, niggas say you dont fuck wit em, be told wen i hustlin 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 I shoot back to my town
new whips, new watch, fuck with me, its goin
own family hatin, niggas looking mad, it be little better if a nigga was doin bad,
but momma got a smile, brother still wild i gotta get this i just had another child,
they say im 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 think ahead

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 nigga going
210 on the dash, blue jeans inside, with blue top, like the yankees when i come past
Home run, that boy out the park, loaded, world series, that boy hustle smart

My city rootin for me the club owners mad cause i wont 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 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 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 throw up your set
Motherfuckers do anything for a check, ok dats cool but dont fuck around & let project pat and j get yo ass wet
On another note im da same nigga wit mo paper nd mo bigger & wen ever im n town 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 base in the trunk, on the inside, marshmallow paint 49ers on the inside
Touchdown, a going long, field goal, extra point a nigga going 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, loaded, world series, that boy hustle smart