Luyện nghe bài hát Gasoline

Elite candy coated custom paint
wireless phone
Jacob watch with interchangeable bands and five zones
Tryin to at a redbone
on some cactus
Sippin on some duper extra strength
A fifty a shot louie the thirteenth
Head hard as a rock stop by the shop
Shoot some in the back then hit the block
There go the
handcuffin my boys
They fittin to take 'em to the
Couldn't say ABC's backwards
So? Shoot I can't say my ABC's when I'm sober
E-Figgady a pedigree than most of these suckers up in this industry
be trying to me
Trend setta, game decta, vendetta, big chedda, soil block protectas

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[Turf Talk &
Hey,
Fuck rallies gold ones mang
Sick Wid It what you claim?
My niggaz gasoline (x2)

low on gas
Never on an empty
High octane for the brain, puffin on dank
backed up like a toilets do, bumper to bumper
Music on slap, sounding a concert
Drink in my lap, on my thumper
wig back, head crack
line, alpine, deck
Rolla supplier, as it's kept
I want to but I can't, the game needs me
The game would be boring without
I wake up every to a shot of liquor
A full of herb and some grits and turkey sausage for my liver
Sellin units out the of my car
And just think, I started with a jar
From a of yowder to a quarter kick of blow
To a thing of some of that YOU KNOW!

(Chorus)
Talk & Doonie]
Hey, hey
Fuck rallies, ride gold mang
Sick wid it nigga what you
My niggaz gasoline (x2)

Yo, yo yo
I'm close, I'm doing the most, I
I coast, take my off the brake
I casper the friendly ghost up the interstate
Gettin neck motion, throat
Honey to choke
I got brigadels to see, marbles to
Drop the prices from state to state like the west virus
Prolly gammas
Big spit, vicious
Man on the microphigadelian
It's but the forty water
Always on, uh, unreasonable
Can't wit it if it ain't equinomically um, er, uh, ta, uh, feasible
Me and my stay yaypered up
Got a "Just say no to drug" bumper sticker on my truck and an American
So I can my image
I'm smokin on some
I need to play tennis before I go to court
The might be finished if he don't report

(Chorus)
Talk & Doonie]
Hey, hey
Fuck rallies gold ones mang
Sick wid it what you claim
My niggaz spit (x4)

Gasoline! (x16)