Luyện nghe bài hát Go (Gas)

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

took ten shots and I ain't passed out
Spent a grand and I ain't cash out
If you smoking OG, bring the out
These niggas up, bring the gas out
Talkin' some shit that you know you stole
I my fuckin' way with this game, no remote control
on some gin 'cause I like alcohol
How the you supposed to win, you don't know how to ball
Turnt up but still
Tryna drive but my eyes open
See the cars, see the watch, see I moved up
In my condo smoking out watching True
Tryna take Taco to the club
Tryna take Tyler to the dealer bruh (I'm here guys!)
Tryna take Domo to the spot
pothead so I need pot

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

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

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

Guitars sound like some Kill Bill shit, it
That's that church tambourine
My used to play 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 years of success, toast to the best
Sip on some Ace I pour out the rest
bitches, get ends
Drink gin, their friends
Juicy J hoes in a white on white Benz
I stay codeine
dream I'm rolling up
Looking for a bitch bank statements like Oprah
These black diamonds racist, Louis V no
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 look two

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