Luyện nghe bài hát Gasoline Dreams

Alright alright alright

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 nature's now on control
The coldest pimp be for somebody to ho
The up to Heaven got a crook on the toll
Youth full of fire got nowhere to go nowhere 2 go

All of my heroes did
nigga round me playin' married
Or child support
I can't
Never made no sense to me one day I it will
And that, sport, sport
Pray I live to see the day when happily married
kids, woe woe
The world is fast and I'm losin' 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 like the smell of
Well burn motherfucker burn American
everybody like the taste 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 for somebody to ho
The highway up to Heaven got a crook on the
Youth of fire ain't got nowhere to go nowhere 2 go

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

Don't everybody like the 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 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 touch the of this eye
If kick us out where will we go
Not to Africa cause not one of acknowledge us as they kin folk
eatin' pork
Abomination for beating flesh
for violation is death
Woe, woe, to the man that strive with his on judgment day
Hip Hip Hooray!
Mr. Reaper the great
The mother of is falling, prophecy must be fulfilled
The fire is calling

Don't everybody the smell of gasoline?
Well burn motherfucker American Dream
everybody like the taste of Apple Pie?
We'll for your slice of life I'm tellin' ya why
I hear that mother nature's now on birth
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