Luyện nghe bài hát Gasoline Dreams

Alright alright alright

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

All of my did dope
nigga round me playin' married
Or child support
I can't
Never made no sense to me one day I it will
And that's that, sport,
Pray I live to see the day Seven's happily married
kids, woe woe
The world is moving and I'm losin' my balance
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 like the smell of gasoline?
Well burn motherfucker burn Dream
Don't everybody like the 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 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 Walker got ten years doing Fed time
On a first offense drug bust, the Holice
if ya racist or ya crooked
Arrest me 4 this dope I weight it up or cook it
You gotta charge the cause over a million people took it
Look at me, you your jurisdiction now ya lookin' stupid
Officer, get off me sir
Don't make me call L.A. he'll ya walking sir
A of months ago they gave OutKast the key to the city
But I still gotta pay my and they give us no pity
the youngsters amongst us
You think respect the law
They think they monsters, they us, reality rappin'
And giving the youth the truth from booth
And we on stage we scream
Don't everybody

Don't everybody the smell of gasoline?
burn motherfucker burn American Dream
Don't like the taste of Apple Pie?
snap for your slice of life I'm tellin' ya why
I hear that mother nature's now on control
The coldest pimp be for somebody to ho
The highway up to Heaven got a on the toll
Youth of fire ain't got nowhere to go nowhere 2 go

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

Don't like the smell of gasoline?
Well burn motherfucker American Dream
Don't everybody like the 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 to go nowhere 2 go