Luyện nghe bài hát Gasoline

Elite alloy candy coated custom
Verizon phone
Jacob watch with interchangeable and five time zones
Tryin to holla at a
Smokin on some
on some super duper extra strength
A fifty a shot louie the thirteenth
hard as a rock stop by the barber shop
Shoot some craps in the back hit the block
There go the
They my boys
They fittin to 'em to the prestink
Couldn't say they ABC's
So? I can't say my ABC's backwards when I'm sober
a different pedigree than most of these suckers up in this industry
be to copy me
Trend setta, game markin decta, vendetta, big chedda, soil protectas

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[Turf Talk &
Hey,
Fuck ride gold ones mang
Sick Wid It nigga you claim?
My niggaz gasoline (x2)

low on gas
Never on an tank
octane for the brain, puffin on some dank
Traffic backed up like a toilets do, bumper to
Music on slap, sounding like a
in my lap, finger on my thumper
Twist wig back, crack
line, alpine, deck
Rolla supplier, quiet as it's
I to retire but I can't, the game needs me
The game would be without E-Feezy
I wake up every morning to a of liquor
A shoebox full of herb and some grits and turkey for my liver
Sellin out the trunk of my car
And think, I started with a pickle jar
From a sixteenth of to a quarter kick of blow
To a whole thing of some of YOU KNOW!

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Talk & Doonie]
Hey, hey
Fuck rallies, ride ones mang
Sick wid it what you claim
My niggaz gasoline (x2)

Yo, yo yo
I'm close, I'm the most, I flamboast
I coast, my foot off the brake
Then I casper the friendly ghost up the
Gettin neck motion, throat
Honey bout to
I got brigadels to see, to make
Drop the prices from state to state like the nile virus
gammas miralicious
Big spit, vicious
Man on the microphigadelian
It's nothin but the forty
on, uh, some unreasonable
Can't fuck wit it if it equinomically um, er, uh, ta, uh, feasible
Me and my stay yaypered up
Got a "Just say no to drug" bumper on my truck and an American flag
So I can my image
I'm on some spinach
I need to play some tennis I go to court
The water might be finished if he don't

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[Turf & Doonie]
Hey, hey
Fuck rallies ride ones mang
Sick wid it nigga what you
My spit gasoline (x4)

Gasoline! (x16)