Luyện nghe bài hát Gasoline

no cash you don't wanna fuck me
i churches like persons in the 3rd degree
with the strike of a hit the gasoline
POP PILLS! drugs kill? worth the thrill
started in the NAZO "QUICK TO DRAW"
sharp like a blade, cut ya like a chainsaw
yo blood by the pitcher until we feel drunk
grind yer bones to LACE MY BLUNT, PUNK!
back, crackle, pop! motherfuck the cop
always on my toes when i walk the block
'cause when i go to the store i bring my own
cause i'm sick of payin money to corporate cock
yo i know my spanish is rusty but my english is
40 grab yourself an ice cold colt 45
feelin' alive drunk as in the daylight
TO DIE!!!
NAZO step to this slit yer wrist
it off the list unless yer gonna
throw a punch it'll break fist man up duck down
cause the wont miss
bust 6 shots on an cop
they're all mother fuckers and aint gonna stop
so yo ground down "run your own town"
with the man LET THE DRUMS SOUND
i'll hit you hard with precision, split decision
yo, i'm sinnin and i'm FUCK RELIGION
up got a vision so listen
do makes you happy not for money or attention
with a 40 thats how i get down!
you say yer the king but im the crown
high on my throne sniffin lines making
got a CHEF in the kitchen, cooking my last