Luyện nghe bài hát Gasoline Dreams

Alright alright alright

everybody like the smell of gasoline?
Well burn motherfucker burn American
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 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

All of my did dope
Every round me playin' married
Or paying child
I cope
Never made no sense to me one day I it will
And that, sport, sport
Pray I to see the day when Seven's 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?
burn motherfucker burn American Dream
Don't everybody the taste of Apple Pie?
We'll snap for your slice of I'm tellin' ya why
I hear that mother 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 fire got nowhere to go nowhere 2 go

It's shitty like Stratton got a million bucks
My cousin Ricky got ten years doing Fed time
On a first drug bust, fuck the Holice
That's if ya or ya crooked
Arrest me 4 dope I didn't weight it up or cook it
You gotta charge the world cause over a people took it
Look at me, you outta your jurisdiction now ya stupid
Officer, get off me sir
Don't me call L.A. he'll have ya walking sir
A couple of months ago they gave the key to the city
But I gotta pay my taxes and they give us no pity
About the amongst 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
everybody everybody

Don't everybody like the of gasoline?
Well burn motherfucker American Dream
Don't like the taste of Apple 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 fire 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 cause not one of them acknowledge us as kin folk
Still pork
Abomination for beating flesh
Penalty for violation is
Woe, woe, to the man strive with his maker on judgment day
Hip Hip Hooray!
Mr. Babylon the great
The mother of heartless is falling, prophecy must be
The fire is calling

everybody like the smell of gasoline?
Well motherfucker burn American Dream
Don't everybody the taste of Apple 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 of fire ain't got nowhere to go nowhere 2 go