Luyện nghe bài hát Go

Fuckin' put on a wrong head, pair of and shit, uh

Just took ten shots and I ain't out
Spent a hundred grand and I ain't out
If you OG, bring the grass out
niggas filled up, bring the gas out
Talkin' 'bout some shit that you you stole
I my fuckin' way with this game, no remote control
Drinking on gin 'cause I like alcohol
How the fuck you to win, you don't know how to ball
Turnt up but still
drive but my eyes barely open
See the cars, see the watch, see I done up
In my condo out watching True Blood
Tryna take to the strip club
Tryna take to the dealer bruh (I'm right here guys!)
Tryna Domo to the weed spot
pothead so I need pot

Go, I'm so loaded
Pockets and the and all the bitches
'em
Go, faded and I'm
I your lungs is open
All the bitches, 'em, go
(Now I been around the world
But I thought it'd be this way
And I smoked up all weed before
But I never thought feel this way)
And all the be like, "Yeah"

Celebration got me really faded
Kind of famous, enough to like I really made it
Drunk enough to stir some controversy, bitch let's tape it
I feel amazing, making digits off my fucking
Suck a dick hater I selfie with the Eifel Tower
Five star general, the Odd Future I'm
Said I couldn't make it, I show you to fight the power
sour, watching Chowder in my finest hour
A clearer mix of acid jazz and grass
Niggas stuck in the past, opening new scabs
Me and Wiz matching bottles nigga, two tabs
Stumbling out with six models, my order two cabs
We ain't worried 'bout rivals, niggas too trash
Fuck what niggas think, I'm the illest one in the new
And I don't give a fuck what niggas ain't fuckin'
OFWG run with the or suck a dick

Go, I'm so fuckin'
Pockets and the and all the bitches
'em
Go, faded and I'm
I hope your is open
All the bitches, 'em, go
(Now I around the world before
But I never thought be this way
And I smoked up all weed before
But I never thought feel this way)
And all the be like, "Yeah"

Guitars sound like some Kill shit, watch it
That's that tambourine shit
My grandma used to that

Golf

(Turn up)
I got old money, I got new
Put 'em together, I got money
Bank teller call my phone, she me I'm putting on
Twenty of success, let's toast to the best
Sip on some Ace then I pour out the
bitches, get ends
Drink gin, fuck their
Juicy J hoes in a white on white Benz
I stay codeine
dream I'm rolling up
Looking for a with bank statements like Oprah
These diamonds racist, Louis V no laces
My on call coming straight up out the basement
All I know is money, it don't like you
One shot from the chopper make you like two

Go (Go, go, go, go, go, go, go)