Luyện nghe bài hát Touched

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

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

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

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

I recognized that breathin' and fear in his eyes
Unmask his disguise, a sheep in wolf's on the prey
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 K-K-K'n or playin'
So see A or E up out your or you test yourself

And make a nigga you off to piece the rest yo'self
Oh, yes yo' health is what's in question and I
That ass whoopin', teach 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 name and what it's all about, you
Better get some cut and get my out yo' mouth

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

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

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

Speak the words, man, and you will get touched
You done 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 the early sixties
Ain't a damn thang changed, we got haters here
And over there but, I got my pistol and it ain't pointed in the air

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

Bitch, I'm straight up tryin' to break it, you a 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 gon' get
'Cause you shootin' shit, the best thing you can do is go and try
And beat that bitch, 'cause man's style show stopper
Pistol popper, you ain't ready if I let this hot hit you

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

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

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

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