Luyện nghe bài hát Gasoline

Elite candy coated custom paint
Verizon wireless
Jacob watch with interchangeable bands and five zones
Tryin to at a redbone
Smokin on cactus
on some super duper extra strength
A buck fifty a shot louie the
Head hard as a rock stop by the shop
Shoot craps in the back then hit the block
There go the
They my boys
They to take 'em to the prestink
Couldn't say they backwards
So? I can't say my ABC's backwards when I'm sober
E-Figgady a different pedigree than most of suckers up in this industry
be trying to me
Trend setta, game markin decta, vendetta, big chedda, soil protectas

(Chorus)
Talk & Doonie]
Hey,
Fuck rallies ride gold mang
Sick Wid It nigga you claim?
My spit gasoline (x2)

low on gas
Never on an empty
High for the brain, puffin on some dank
Traffic backed up a toilets do, bumper to bumper
Music on slap, sounding a concert
in my lap, finger on my thumper
Twist wig back, head
line, alpine, deck
Rolla supplier, quiet as it's
I want to retire but I can't, the needs me
The game would be boring without
I wake up every morning to a of liquor
A shoebox full of and some grits and turkey sausage for my liver
Sellin out the trunk of my car
And just think, I with a pickle jar
From a sixteenth of yowder to a quarter kick of
To a whole of some of that YOU KNOW!

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

Yo, yo yo
I'm close, I'm the most, I flamboast
I coast, my foot off the brake
Then I the friendly ghost up the interstate
Gettin neck motion, throat
Honey bout to
I got brigadels to see, marbles to
Drop the prices from state to state like the west nile
gammas miralicious
Big spit, vicious
Man on the foshelian
nothin but the forty water
Always on, uh, unreasonable
Can't wit it if it ain't equinomically um, er, uh, ta, uh, feasible
Me and my stay yaypered 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 some before I go to court
The might be finished if he don't report

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

Gasoline! (x16)