Luyện nghe bài hát Gasoline Dreams

Alright alright alright

Don't everybody like the of gasoline?
burn 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 that mother nature's now on birth control
The pimp be looking 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

All of my did dope
Every nigga round me married
Or child support
I cope
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 fast and I'm losin' my balance
No to dig, low low
To a place ain't 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 like the taste of Apple Pie?
snap for your 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
Youth of fire ain't got nowhere to go nowhere 2 go

It's shitty like Ricky Stratton got a bucks
My cousin Ricky Walker got ten years doing Fed
On a first offense bust, fuck the Holice
That's if ya racist or ya
Arrest me 4 this dope I didn't weight it up or 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 make me L.A. he'll have ya walking sir
A couple of months ago they gave OutKast the key to the
But I gotta pay my taxes and they give us no pity
About the amongst us
You they respect the law
They think they monsters, they us, reality rappin'
And the youth the truth from this booth
And when we on stage we
everybody everybody

Don't everybody like the smell of
Well burn burn American Dream
Don't everybody like the taste of Apple
We'll snap for your slice of I'm tellin' ya why
I hear mother nature's now on birth control
The coldest pimp be looking for to ho
The highway up to Heaven got a crook on the
Youth full of fire ain't got to go nowhere 2 go

Officer of the high
You me you touch the apple of this eye
If kick us out where will we go
Not to Africa not one of them acknowledge us as they kin folk
Still pork
Abomination for beating flesh
for violation 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, prophecy be fulfilled
The liquor fire is

Don't everybody like the smell of
Well motherfucker burn American Dream
everybody like the taste 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 pimp 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