Luyện nghe bài hát Touched

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Speak the wrong words, man, and you will get
You crossed the line, now you gon' get fucked
I already 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 this all in the game and since the early
Ain't a thang changed, we got haters over here
And haters over there but, I got my pistol and it ain't in the air

I see you trippin' off that water, and you feel you bad
'Cause yo' done chose a pimp, and that pimp was Chad
I see you hurt 'cause I yo' girl, put big dick in her world
nuts in her curl, when I hit it from the back, she said
"Baby, I take it", push my dick up in her harder

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

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

Since you a nigger dead, buck that bitch off in his head
Just like E-40, nigga, I be bad, got the sawed-off pump
night vision, infrared, so, play 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 where your ass stay, so your ass will get touched

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

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