Luyện nghe bài hát Gasoline Dreams

Alright alright alright

Don't like the smell of gasoline?
burn motherfucker burn American Dream
Don't everybody like the taste of 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 Heaven got a on the toll
Youth of fire ain't got nowhere to go nowhere 2 go

All of my did dope
Every nigga me playin' married
Or child support
I can't
made no sense 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 place ain't nowhere to go but up
Ya wit me say shit, sho sho
Now let me ask y'all

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

It's shitty like Ricky Stratton got a million
My cousin Ricky got ten years doing Fed time
On a first offense drug bust, the Holice
That's if ya or ya crooked
Arrest me 4 this dope I didn't it up or cook it
You gotta the world cause over a million people took it
at me, you outta your jurisdiction now ya lookin' stupid
Officer, get off me sir
Don't me call L.A. he'll have ya walking sir
A couple of months ago they OutKast the key to the city
But I still gotta pay my taxes and they give us no
About the amongst us
You think respect the law
They they monsters, they love us, reality rappin'
And giving the youth the truth from this
And we on stage we scream
everybody everybody

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

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

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