Luyện nghe bài hát Gasoline Dreams

Alright alright alright

Don't everybody the smell of gasoline?
burn motherfucker burn American Dream
Don't everybody like the taste of Pie?
We'll snap for your of life I'm tellin' ya why
I hear that mother nature's now on control
The coldest pimp be looking for to ho
The highway up to Heaven got a crook on the
Youth full of fire got nowhere to go nowhere 2 go

All of my heroes did
Every round me playin' married
Or child support
I can't
Never made no sense to me one day I hope it
And that, sport, sport
Pray I live to see the day when Seven's married
kids, woe woe
The is moving fast and I'm losin' my balance
No to dig, low low
To a where ain't nowhere to go but up
Ya wit me say shit, sho sho
Now let me ask this

Don't everybody like the of gasoline?
burn motherfucker burn American Dream
Don't everybody like the taste of Apple
We'll for your slice of life I'm tellin' ya why
I hear that mother nature's now on control
The coldest pimp be looking for to ho
The up to Heaven got a crook on the toll
Youth full of ain't got nowhere to go nowhere 2 go

It's shitty Ricky Stratton got a million bucks
My cousin Ricky Walker got ten years doing Fed
On a first offense drug bust, fuck the
if ya racist or ya crooked
Arrest me 4 dope I didn't weight it up or cook it
You gotta charge the world cause a million people took it
Look at me, you outta your jurisdiction now ya stupid
Officer, get off me sir
Don't make me call L.A. have ya walking sir
A couple of months ago gave OutKast the key to the city
But I still pay my taxes and they give us no pity
About the youngsters us
You think respect the law
They think they monsters, they love us, rappin'
And giving the youth the truth this booth
And when we on we scream
Don't everybody

Don't everybody like the smell of
Well burn motherfucker American Dream
Don't everybody the taste of Apple Pie?
We'll snap for your slice of life I'm ya why
I hear that nature's now on birth control
The coldest be looking for somebody to ho
The highway up to got a crook on the toll
Youth full of fire got nowhere to go nowhere 2 go

Officer of the high
You touch me you touch the of this eye
If kick us out where will we go
Not to Africa cause not one of them acknowledge us as they kin
eatin' pork
Abomination desecration for flesh
for violation is death
Woe, woe, to the man strive with his maker on judgment day
Hip Hip Hooray!
Mr. Babylon the great
The mother of heartless is falling, prophecy must be
The liquor is calling

everybody like the smell of gasoline?
Well burn motherfucker burn Dream
Don't like the taste of Apple Pie?
We'll snap for your slice of I'm tellin' ya why
I hear that nature's now on birth control
The coldest be looking for somebody to ho
The up to Heaven got a crook on the toll
Youth full of fire ain't got to go nowhere 2 go