Luyện nghe bài hát Go

Fuckin' put on a wrong head, of headphones and shit, uh

Just took ten and I ain't passed out
Spent a hundred grand and I ain't out
If you smoking OG, bring the out
These filled up, bring the gas out
Talkin' some shit that you know you stole
I have my fuckin' way this game, no remote control
Drinking on some gin 'cause I alcohol
How the fuck you supposed to win, you don't know how to
up but still smoking
Tryna but my eyes barely open
See the cars, see the watch, see I done up
In my condo smoking out watching Blood
Tryna take Taco to the club
Tryna take Tyler to the dealer bruh (I'm here guys!)
Tryna take Domo to the weed
pothead so I need pot

Go, I'm so fuckin'
Pockets and the smoke and all the
'em
Go, faded and I'm
I hope your is open
All the bitches, 'em, go
(Now I been around the before
But I never thought it'd be way
And I smoked up all this weed
But I never it'd feel this way)
And all the be like, "Yeah"

Celebration shots got me faded
of famous, enough to laugh like I really made it
Drunk enough to stir controversy, bitch let's fucking tape it
I feel amazing, making digits off my cadence
Suck a dick hater while I with the Eifel Tower
Five general, the Odd Future I'm Eisenhower
Said I couldn't make it, I you niggas to fight the power
Igniting sour, Chowder in my finest hour
A clearer mix of acid jazz and grass
Niggas stuck in the past, opening new scabs
Me and Wiz matching bottles nigga, two tabs
Stumbling out with six models, my nigga order two
We ain't 'bout rivals, them niggas too trash
Fuck what niggas think, I'm the illest one in the new
And I don't give a fuck what niggas fuckin' with
OFWG run with the team or suck a

Go, I'm so fuckin'
Pockets and the and all the bitches
'em
Go, and I'm floatin'
I your lungs is open
All the bitches, 'em, go
(Now I been the world before
But I thought it'd be this way
And I smoked up all this before
But I never thought it'd feel way)
And all the be like, "Yeah"

Guitars sound like some Kill Bill shit, it
That's church tambourine shit
My grandma to play that

Golf

(Turn up)
I got old money, I got new
Put 'em together, I got huge
Bank teller call my phone, she me I'm putting on
Twenty of success, let's toast to the best
Sip on some Ace then I pour out the
bitches, get ends
Drink gin, fuck friends
Juicy J three hoes in a on white Benz
I stay codeine
Blue dream I'm up
Looking for a bitch with bank statements like
These black diamonds racist, Louis V no
My plug on call coming straight up out the
All I know is money, it don't like you
One shot from the chopper make you look two

Go (Go, go, go, go, go, go, go)