Luyện nghe bài hát Gasoline Dreams

Alright alright alright

Don't everybody the smell of gasoline?
Well burn motherfucker burn Dream
Don't everybody the taste of Apple Pie?
snap for your slice of life I'm tellin' ya why
I hear that mother now on birth control
The pimp 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

All of my did dope
Every nigga round me playin'
Or paying child
I can't
made no sense to me one day I hope it will
And that's that, sport,
I live to see the day when Seven's happily married
kids, woe woe
The world is moving and I'm losin' 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 everybody the smell of gasoline?
Well burn motherfucker burn Dream
Don't everybody like the of Apple Pie?
snap for your slice of life I'm tellin' ya why
I hear that mother nature's now on birth
The coldest pimp be looking for to ho
The highway up to got a crook on the toll
Youth full of fire ain't got to go nowhere 2 go

shitty like Ricky Stratton got a million bucks
My cousin Ricky Walker got ten doing Fed time
On a first drug 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 cause over a million people it
Look at me, you outta your jurisdiction now ya lookin'
Officer, get off me sir
Don't me call L.A. he'll have ya walking sir
A of months ago they gave OutKast the key to the city
But I still gotta pay my taxes and give us no pity
About the youngsters us
You think they the law
They think monsters, they love us, reality rappin'
And giving the youth the from this booth
And when we on stage we
Don't everybody

Don't everybody the smell of gasoline?
Well burn motherfucker burn American
Don't everybody the taste of Apple Pie?
snap for your slice 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 to go nowhere 2 go

Officer of the most
You me you touch the apple of this eye
If they kick us out where we go
Not to Africa cause not one of them us as they kin folk
Still eatin'
desecration 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 is calling

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