Luyện nghe bài hát Gasoline Dreams

Alright alright alright

everybody like the smell of gasoline?
Well motherfucker burn American Dream
Don't everybody like the taste of Apple
We'll for your slice of life I'm tellin' ya why
I that 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

All of my did dope
Every round me playin' married
Or paying child
I can't
made no sense to me one day I hope it will
And that, sport, sport
Pray I live to see the day when happily married
kids, woe woe
The world is moving fast and I'm losin' my
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 of gasoline?
Well burn motherfucker American Dream
everybody like the taste of Apple Pie?
We'll snap for your slice of life I'm ya why
I that mother nature's 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 ain't got nowhere to go 2 go

shitty like Ricky Stratton got a million bucks
My cousin Ricky Walker got ten years doing Fed
On a first offense drug bust, the Holice
That's if ya racist or ya
Arrest me 4 dope I didn't weight 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
make me call L.A. he'll 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
the youngsters amongst us
You they respect the law
They think they monsters, they us, reality rappin'
And giving the youth the truth from booth
And when we on we scream
everybody everybody

Don't everybody the smell of gasoline?
Well burn motherfucker burn American
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 control
The coldest pimp be looking for to ho
The highway up to Heaven got a crook on the
full of fire ain't got nowhere to go nowhere 2 go

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

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