Luyện nghe bài hát Touched

Listen up, I got a to tell
Hey, fool, listen up, I got a to tell
Say, dawg, listen up, I got a to tell
Say, man, listen up, I got this story to tell on the

Now, upon a time not too long ago
A nigga, like had to strong arm a ho
Now, this was not a ho in the of havin' a pussy
But a havin' no God damn sense, tryin' to push me
He used to hold dick, now he wanna be in my

Hatin' a baby, mama 'cause I'm payin' my dues
Tryin' to hold on to my chunk but now but a punk
In the lot bumpin' his gums with his teeth in the trunk
Oh, what? I'm supposed to jump 'cause you got a
You aimin' that in the sky, you chump

that muthafuckah this way and dump, oh, what?
You scared to go to the pen? Thinkin' them niggas gon' tap yo'
Man, I thought he played bold, be he even fuss
Man, the nigga was way swole actin' like he wanted to
But his trigger stayed cold, I wasn't

I recognized that fast and fear in his eyes
Unmask his disguise, a sheep in wolf's clothing on the
He tried to hunt the hunter, and got hunted down his God damn
In PA, niggas, it's where we stay, ain't none of that K-K-K'n or
So see A or E up out your life or you test

And make a nigga break you off to the rest yo'self
Oh, yes yo' health is what's in question and I
That this ass whoopin', you a motherfuckin' lesson.

Speak the words, man, and you will get touched
'Cause down in the South, boy's comin' up cold
Talkin' down my and what it's all about, you niggas
Better get some cut and get my out yo' mouth

I don't know why you got flex with me, testin' me
But, I'ma pull my shit and let you see that all carry the jack
Ain't what it's about, so you haters need to with that po'
Hustlin' and take another

Niggas, often crossed the line, the movies got this boy
Up in the mind, not to mention the wine and codeine
Combined easy access to 9's and shit talkin' hoes fine
And all they got time for is four Swisher dimes, committing
Amped off water and exaggerated rhyme, so, if bein' hard
Ain't in your heart, then don't start, niggas'll tear weak mind apart

Bitch, your old man to me like I'm in school, he don't know
I hang with killers, erase that fool, wouldn't give a fuck about him
But he kin to my son if you think I'm that nigga, you picked
The wrong one, I live by the gun, die by the gun, hot bullets burn
say that, "Them bitches stun", so raise yo' own children
Don't try to mine and when you see me, step with caution
'Cause I'm for mine, bitch.

the wrong words, man, and you will get touched
You crossed the line, now you gon' get fucked
I told you before, but you ain't borrowing that

So, this I'm handlin' mine and gon' erase you off the map
Such a shame but all in the game and since the early sixties
Ain't a damn thang changed, we got haters here
And haters over but, I got my pistol and it ain't pointed in the air

I see you trippin' off water, and you feel like you bad
'Cause yo' bitch done chose a pimp, and that pimp was
I see you hurt I fucked yo' girl, put big dick in her world
Bust in her curl, when I hit it from the back, she said
"Baby, I can't it", push my dick up in her harder

Bitch, I'm up tryin' to break it, you a simp-ass nigga
You told bitch, that, "You love her", but I'm straight up fuckin'
That pussy like that nigga off that colors but I ain't get shot
'Cause you ain't shit, the best thing you can do is go and try
And beat that bitch, 'cause this man's style stopper
popper, you ain't ready if I let this hot thing hit you

Feel stomach like spaghetti, fool, you talkin' loud
But you move too slow, niggas all your plans
Got you tied up in a van, nigga, what the is up in the place to be
First, I the money, nigga, then I want the fuckin' ki's
Kidnap robbery you said you wanted me dead

you want a nigger dead, buck that bitch off in his head
Just E-40, nigga, I be comin' bad, got the sawed-off pump
With night vision, infrared, so, me like a pussy
And you will get fucked, nigga, I'm hangin' out the
Buck, buck, buck, hit your in the leg, hit yo' bitch in the gut
But we know where ass stay, so your ass will get touched

the wrong words I'm high on them herbs
And you will get touched because yo' ass
To get real fast in front of yo' kids to show 'em

What real type of you is and it's that boy named
Three to the two, forever true just a player makin' due
And I gotta tell it to the wide world, how you got bitched
Razor just like a motherfuckin' girl, little muthafuckin' girl