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 hundred and I ain't cash out
If you smoking OG, bring the out
These niggas up, bring the gas out
Talkin' 'bout shit that you know you stole
I have my fuckin' way with this game, no remote
on some gin 'cause I like alcohol
How the fuck you to win, you don't know how to ball
up but still smoking
Tryna drive but my eyes open
See the cars, see the watch, see I done up
In my condo smoking out watching Blood
take Taco to the strip club
Tryna take Tyler to the dealer bruh (I'm here guys!)
Tryna Domo to the weed spot
True pothead so I pot

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

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

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

Guitars sound like Kill Bill shit, watch it
That's that church shit
My grandma used to play

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, let's toast to the
Sip on some Ace then I out the rest
Fuck bitches, get
Drink gin, fuck their
Juicy J three hoes in a white on Benz
I stay sipping
dream I'm rolling up
Looking for a bitch bank statements like Oprah
These black racist, Louis V no laces
My on call coming straight up out the basement
All I is money, it don't look like you
One shot from the chopper make you look two

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