Luyện nghe bài hát Gasoline

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

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

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

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

Yo, yo yo
I'm close, I'm doing the most, I
I coast, my foot off the brake
Then I casper the ghost up the interstate
Gettin neck motion, deep
bout to choke
I got to see, marbles to make
Drop the prices state to state like the west nile virus
Prolly miralicious
Big spit, game
Man on the foshelian
nothin but the forty water
Always on, uh, some
Can't wit it if it ain't equinomically um, er, uh, ta, uh, feasible
Me and my weoples yaypered up
Got a "Just say no to drug" bumper sticker on my 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 don't

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

Gasoline! (x16)