Luyện nghe bài hát Gasoline Dreams

Alright alright alright

Don't everybody like the smell of
burn motherfucker burn American Dream
Don't everybody like the taste of Apple
We'll snap for your slice of I'm tellin' ya why
I that mother nature's now on birth control
The pimp be looking 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

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

everybody like the smell of gasoline?
Well burn motherfucker American Dream
Don't like the taste of Apple Pie?
We'll snap for your 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 got a crook on the toll
full of fire ain't got nowhere to go nowhere 2 go

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

Don't everybody like the of gasoline?
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 Heaven got a on the toll
Youth of fire ain't got nowhere to go nowhere 2 go

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

Don't everybody the smell of gasoline?
Well burn burn American Dream
Don't everybody like the of Apple Pie?
We'll snap for slice of life 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 crook on the
Youth of fire ain't got nowhere to go nowhere 2 go