Luyện nghe bài hát Gasoline Dreams

Alright alright alright

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

All of my did dope
Every nigga round me playin'
Or paying support
I can't
made no sense to me one day I hope it will
And that, sport, sport
Pray I live to see the day when Seven's happily
kids, woe woe
The world is fast 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 everybody like the smell of
Well burn motherfucker American Dream
everybody like the taste of Apple Pie?
We'll snap for your slice of life I'm ya why
I that mother nature's now on birth 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

It's shitty like Ricky Stratton got a bucks
My cousin Ricky got ten years doing Fed time
On a first offense drug bust, fuck the
if ya racist or ya crooked
Arrest me 4 this dope I weight it up or cook it
You charge the world cause over a million people took it
Look at me, you 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 ago they gave OutKast the key to the city
But I still gotta pay my and they give us no pity
About the amongst us
You they respect the law
They think monsters, they love us, reality rappin'
And giving the youth the truth from this
And we on stage we scream
Don't everybody

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

Officer of the most
You touch me you touch the of this eye
If they 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 violation is
Woe, woe, to the man that strive his maker on judgment day
Hip Hip Hooray!
Mr. Reaper the great
The mother of heartless is falling, prophecy must be
The fire is calling

Don't everybody like the of gasoline?
burn motherfucker burn American Dream
Don't everybody 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 crook on the
full of fire ain't got nowhere to go nowhere 2 go