Luyện nghe bài hát Touchdown

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

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

Streets Talkin Gotti been good
wanna try em, couple niggas from the hood
you know how that go, niggas say you dont fuck wit em, truth be told wen i hustlin i aint wit em
same nigga still owe me on a pack, think a nigga forgot im rappin? nah...
When i get off the road I back to my town
new whips, new watch, fuck with me, its down
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 get this money i just had another child,
they say im gettin fat,guess im eatin
20 in the motor, got my name under the hood, YO GOTTI,
Sometimes i think back, I could of fed, this a chance in a lifetime i gotta think ahead

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

My city rootin for me the club owners mad cause i come to kick it
for under 25 bands & u taking it personal im 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 would of been clicked on u bitches nd doin a 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 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 bitch 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 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 a nigga going strong
210 on the dash, blue jeans inside, white with blue top, like the when i come past
Home run, that boy out the park, bases loaded, world series, that boy smart