Luyện nghe bài hát Gasoline

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

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[Turf Talk &
Hey,
Fuck rallies ride ones mang
Sick Wid It what you claim?
My niggaz spit (x2)

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

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

Yo, yo yo
I'm close, I'm doing the most, I
I coast, my foot off the brake
Then I casper the friendly ghost up the
Gettin neck motion, deep
Honey bout to
I got to see, marbles to make
Drop the prices from state to state like the west virus
gammas miralicious
Big spit, vicious
Man on the microphigadelian
It's nothin but the 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 truck and an American
So I can my image
I'm smokin on spinach
I need to play some before I go to court
The water might be finished if he report

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

Gasoline! (x16)