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 slice of life I'm ya why
I hear that mother nature's now on control
The pimp be looking for somebody to ho
The highway up to got a crook on the toll
Youth full of fire ain't got nowhere to go 2 go

All of my heroes did
Every round me playin' married
Or child support
I cope
Never made no sense to me one day I it will
And that's that, 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 place where ain't to go but up
Ya wit me say shit, sho sho
Now let me ask y'all

Don't like the smell of gasoline?
burn motherfucker 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 mother nature's now on birth
The coldest pimp be looking for to ho
The highway up to got a crook on the toll
Youth full of fire ain't got nowhere to go 2 go

It's shitty like Ricky got a million bucks
My cousin Ricky Walker got ten years Fed time
On a first offense bust, fuck the Holice
if ya racist or ya crooked
Arrest me 4 this I didn't weight it up or cook it
You gotta the world cause 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 ya walking sir
A couple of months ago they gave the key to the city
But I still gotta pay my taxes and they us no pity
About the amongst us
You think respect the law
They think they monsters, they love us, reality
And giving the the truth from this booth
And when we on stage we
Don't everybody

Don't everybody the smell of gasoline?
burn motherfucker burn 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 birth
The coldest be looking for somebody to ho
The highway up to Heaven got a on the toll
Youth full of fire ain't got nowhere to go 2 go

Officer of the high
You touch me you touch the 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'
Abomination desecration for flesh
Penalty for is death
Woe, woe, to the man that strive with his maker on day
Hip Hip Hooray!
Mr. Babylon the great
The mother of heartless is falling, must be fulfilled
The liquor fire is

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