Luyện nghe bài hát Gasoline

Elite alloy coated custom paint
Verizon phone
Jacob watch with interchangeable and five time zones
Tryin to at a redbone
on some cactus
Sippin on some super duper extra
A buck fifty a louie the thirteenth
Head hard as a stop by the barber shop
some craps in the back then hit the block
There go the
handcuffin my boys
They fittin to take 'em to the
say they ABC's backwards
So? Shoot I can't say my ABC's when I'm sober
E-Figgady a different pedigree most of these suckers up in this industry
be to copy me
Trend setta, game markin decta, vendetta, big chedda, soil block

(Chorus)
Talk & Doonie]
Hey,
Fuck rallies ride ones mang
Wid It nigga what you claim?
My niggaz gasoline (x2)

low on gas
Never on an tank
High for the brain, puffin on some dank
Traffic backed up a toilets do, bumper to bumper
Music on slap, like a concert
Drink in my lap, on my thumper
wig back, head crack
Flat line, alpine,
Rolla supplier, quiet as it's
I want to but I can't, the game needs me
The would be boring without E-Feezy
I wake up every to a shot of liquor
A shoebox of herb and some grits and turkey sausage for my liver
units out the trunk of my car
And think, I started with a pickle jar
From a sixteenth of yowder to a quarter of blow
To a whole thing of of that YOU KNOW!

(Chorus)
[Turf Talk &
Hey, hey
Fuck rallies, ride gold mang
Sick wid it nigga you claim
My niggaz gasoline (x2)

Yo, yo yo
I'm close, I'm doing the most, I
I coast, my foot off the brake
I casper the friendly ghost up the interstate
Gettin neck motion, deep
bout to choke
I got brigadels to see, marbles to
Drop the prices from to state like the west nile virus
Prolly miralicious
Big spit, game
Man on the microphigadelian
nothin but the forty water
Always on, uh, some
Can't fuck wit it if it ain't equinomically um, er, uh, ta, uh,
Me and my weoples stay up
Got a "Just say no to drug" sticker on my truck and an American flag
So I can my image
I'm smokin on spinach
I need to play tennis before I go to court
The water might be finished if he report

(Chorus)
Talk & Doonie]
Hey, hey
Fuck ride gold ones mang
Sick wid it what you claim
My spit gasoline (x4)

Gasoline! (x16)