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 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 up to Heaven got a crook on the toll
full of fire ain't got nowhere to go nowhere 2 go

All of my heroes did
Every nigga round me playin'
Or child support
I can't
Never made no to me one day I hope it will
And that's that, sport,
Pray I live to see the day when happily married
kids, woe woe
The world is moving fast and I'm 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

Don't like the smell of gasoline?
Well burn 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 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 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 offense drug 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
at me, you outta your jurisdiction now ya lookin' 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 OutKast the key to the
But I still gotta pay my taxes and they give us no
About the youngsters us
You think they the law
They think monsters, they love us, reality rappin'
And the youth the truth from this booth
And when we on we scream
everybody everybody

Don't like the smell of gasoline?
Well burn motherfucker 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 nature's now on 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

Officer of the high
You touch me you touch the apple of eye
If they kick us out will we go
Not to Africa cause not one of acknowledge us as they kin folk
Still eatin'
Abomination desecration for flesh
Penalty for violation is
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 fire is calling

Don't everybody like the of gasoline?
Well motherfucker burn American Dream
Don't like the taste 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 pimp be 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