Luyện nghe bài hát Gasoline Dreams

Alright alright alright

Don't everybody like the of gasoline?
Well burn motherfucker burn American
Don't everybody like the of Apple Pie?
We'll snap for your of life I'm tellin' ya why
I hear mother 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 ain't got to go nowhere 2 go

All of my did dope
Every nigga round me married
Or paying child
I can't
Never made no sense to me one day I it will
And that's that, sport,
Pray I to see the day when Seven's happily married
kids, woe woe
The world is fast 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 this

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

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

Don't everybody like the smell of
Well burn motherfucker American Dream
Don't like the taste of Apple Pie?
We'll snap for your slice of life I'm 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 full of ain't got nowhere to go nowhere 2 go

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

Don't everybody like the smell of
Well burn motherfucker burn Dream
Don't everybody like the taste of Apple
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 up to Heaven got a crook on the toll
Youth full of ain't got nowhere to go nowhere 2 go