Luyện nghe bài hát Gasoline Dreams

Alright alright alright

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

All of my did dope
Every nigga me playin' married
Or paying child
I can't
Never no sense to me one day I hope it will
And that's that, sport,
I live to see the day when Seven's happily married
kids, woe woe
The world is moving and I'm losin' my balance
No to dig, low low
To a place where nowhere 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 everybody like the of Apple Pie?
snap for your slice of life I'm tellin' ya why
I hear that nature's now on birth control
The pimp be looking for somebody to ho
The highway up to Heaven got a on the toll
Youth full of fire got nowhere to go nowhere 2 go

It's like Ricky Stratton got a million bucks
My cousin Ricky Walker got ten doing Fed time
On a offense drug bust, fuck the Holice
That's if ya or ya crooked
Arrest me 4 this I didn't weight it up or cook it
You gotta charge the world cause a million people took it
Look at me, you outta your jurisdiction now ya 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 pay my taxes and they give us no pity
About the amongst us
You think they the law
They they monsters, they love us, reality rappin'
And the youth the truth from this booth
And when we on we scream
Don't everybody

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

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

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