Luyện nghe bài hát Gasoline Dreams

Alright alright alright

Don't everybody like the smell of
Well burn motherfucker American Dream
Don't everybody like the of Apple Pie?
We'll snap for your slice of I'm tellin' ya why
I hear that mother nature's now on birth
The pimp be looking for somebody to ho
The highway up to got a crook on the toll
Youth full of fire got nowhere to go nowhere 2 go

All of my did dope
Every round me playin' married
Or child support
I cope
Never made no to me one day I hope it will
And that's that, sport,
Pray I live to see the day Seven's happily married
kids, woe woe
The world is moving fast and I'm my balance
No to dig, low low
To a where ain't nowhere to go but up
Ya wit me say shit, sho sho
Now let me ask this

Don't everybody the smell of gasoline?
Well burn motherfucker burn Dream
Don't like the taste of Apple Pie?
We'll snap for slice of life I'm tellin' ya why
I that mother nature's now on birth control
The coldest pimp be looking for to ho
The highway up to Heaven got a on the toll
full of fire ain't got nowhere to go nowhere 2 go

It's like Ricky Stratton got a million bucks
My cousin Ricky Walker got ten years Fed time
On a first offense bust, fuck the Holice
if ya racist or ya crooked
Arrest me 4 this dope I weight it up or cook it
You charge the world cause over a million people took it
Look at me, you outta jurisdiction now ya lookin' stupid
Officer, get off me sir
Don't make me call L.A. he'll ya walking sir
A couple of months ago they gave OutKast the key to the
But I gotta pay my taxes and they give us no pity
About the youngsters us
You think respect the law
They think they monsters, they love us, reality
And giving the youth the from this booth
And when we on we scream
Don't everybody

everybody like the smell of gasoline?
Well motherfucker burn American Dream
Don't everybody the taste of Apple Pie?
We'll snap for your slice of I'm tellin' ya why
I hear that mother nature's now on control
The coldest pimp be looking for to ho
The highway up to Heaven got a on the toll
Youth full of fire ain't got nowhere to go 2 go

Officer of the most
You touch me you touch the apple of eye
If they kick us out where we go
Not to Africa cause not one of them us as they kin folk
Still eatin'
Abomination desecration for flesh
Penalty for is death
Woe, woe, to the man that with his maker on judgment day
Hip Hip Hooray!
Mr. Reaper Babylon the
The of heartless is falling, prophecy must be fulfilled
The fire is calling

Don't everybody the smell of gasoline?
Well burn motherfucker burn Dream
Don't everybody like the taste of Apple
We'll snap for your of life I'm tellin' ya why
I hear that mother nature's now on control
The coldest pimp be for somebody to ho
The highway up to got a crook on the toll
Youth full of fire got nowhere to go nowhere 2 go