Luyện nghe bài hát Gots To Go

Ain't no tellin' I might be
I got to go and people to see
no tellin' where I end up
I got shows to rock and to fuck
Ain't no tellin' where I go
Coast to coast or just door but I gots to go

Roll up on the tour bus, smokin' a
Then heard a, duh duh duh duh, what cha mama want?
Nothin' but good fuckin', dick suckin', runnin'
She on my nuts, cocked to her ear she hear me cummin'

me go, she swallowed cum, you kissed the hoe
Tongue and lip, oh man, you lickin' my ball
you fucked, my baby, mama last night, nigga, no
But she did me no seeds, sticks, oh

I'm lyin' when come over cot in her draws
Nigga, all off in her draws, and your, baby, mother
If it you feel better
a good dick sucker

Ain't no tellin' where I be
I got places to go, and to see
no tellin' where I end up
I got shows to rock and hoes to
no tellin' where I might go
Coast to coast or just door but I got to go

My job takes me outta town, all expense
Wakin' up a hangover two thousand miles away
Is easy weed, women and wine
Four hours of sleep is all you get now time

To hoe to the show, aiyyo, yo let it go
Bust the door, rockin' dro and grab a hoe
And get back in the van some titties in hand
Let her your new friend who's willing to spend

The whole night, another flight, another gig, city
Touchin' on somebody's, baby, titties
Niggas, in the lobby, wonderin', where women are
Third floor having a bitch seminar

Can't get attached, I got a plane to
I wish, I coulda hit that, but I'll be
Yo no tellin' where I'm gonna be at
But you know I go

Ain't no tellin' where I be
I got to go, and people to see
Ain't no where I end up
I got to rock and hoes to fuck
Ain't no where I might go
Coast to coast or just door but I gots to go

Yeah, it's the game of the chili circuit, I might in it
I'm paper chasin' and rappin' but it no synonym
My money ain't a so I ain't worried 'bout winnin' it
I'm worried about makin' it, stackin' it and it

Ain't no pretending it dont make no move
way you can't pretend my shit don't make your girl groove
See God work in ways, but I don't
And the will make a deal wit yo ass, but I won't

Now you can have the cleanest job on your truck
Six TVs, wood with leather stitched and tucked
The biggest chrome rims playa I give a fuck
If I holla at your bitch, guaranteed she gettin'

You can yell and you can scream and you can and you can fight
Like it's the night of your life to me it's just another night
I carin' 'bout your drama or breakin' up your home
You just a joke for the crew and material for a song

no tellin' where I might be
I got places to go, and to see
no tellin' where I end up
I got shows to and hoes to fuck
no tellin' where I might go
Coast to coast or just next but I gots to go