Luyện nghe bài hát Gasoline Dreams

Alright alright alright

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

All of my heroes did
Every round me playin' married
Or paying support
I cope
Never no sense to me one day I hope it will
And that, sport, sport
Pray I 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 ain't nowhere to go but up
Ya wit me say shit, sho sho
Now let me ask this

everybody like the smell of gasoline?
Well burn motherfucker 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 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 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 doing Fed
On a first drug bust, fuck the Holice
That's if ya racist or ya
me 4 this dope I didn't weight it up or cook it
You gotta charge the world cause over a million took it
Look at me, you outta your jurisdiction now ya stupid
Officer, get off me sir
Don't make me L.A. he'll have ya walking sir
A couple of months ago they gave OutKast the key to the
But I still gotta pay my taxes and they us no pity
About the youngsters us
You think respect the law
They think they monsters, they love us, rappin'
And giving the youth the from this booth
And when we on we scream
Don't everybody

Don't everybody the smell of gasoline?
Well burn 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 nature's now on birth 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

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

Don't everybody like the smell of
Well motherfucker burn American Dream
Don't everybody like the taste of Pie?
We'll snap for your slice of life I'm ya why
I hear that mother now on birth control
The coldest be looking 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