Luyện nghe bài hát Gasoline

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

(Chorus)
[Turf Talk &
Hey,
Fuck rallies gold ones mang
Sick Wid It nigga what you
My niggaz gasoline (x2)

low on gas
Never on an tank
High octane for the brain, on some dank
Traffic backed up like a do, bumper to bumper
on slap, sounding like a concert
Drink in my lap, finger on my
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 to a shot of liquor
A shoebox full of and some grits and turkey sausage for my liver
Sellin units out the of my car
And just think, I started a pickle jar
From a sixteenth of yowder to a kick of blow
To a thing of some of that YOU KNOW!

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[Turf & 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 the most, I flamboast
I coast, my foot off the brake
Then I casper the friendly ghost up the
Gettin neck motion, deep
Honey to choke
I got to see, marbles to make
Drop the from state to state like the west nile virus
Prolly miralicious
Big spit, vicious
Man on the foshelian
It's nothin but the water
Always on, uh, unreasonable
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" sticker on my truck and an American flag
So I can camouflage my
I'm smokin on spinach
I need to some tennis before I go to court
The water might be finished if he report

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

Gasoline! (x16)