Luyện nghe bài hát Go

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

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

Go, I'm so loaded
Pockets and the smoke and all the
'em
Go, and I'm floatin'
I hope your is open
All the bitches, 'em, go
(Now I around the world before
But I thought it'd be this way
And I smoked up all this before
But I thought it'd feel this way)
And all the be like, "Yeah"

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

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

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

Golf

(Turn up)
I got old money, I got new
Put 'em together, I got money
teller call my phone, she tell me I'm putting on
Twenty years of success, let's toast to the
Sip on some Ace I pour out the rest
bitches, get ends
Drink gin, fuck friends
Juicy J hoes in a white on white Benz
I sipping codeine
dream I'm rolling up
Looking for a with bank statements like Oprah
These black diamonds racist, Louis V no
My plug on call straight up out the basement
All I know is money, it look like you
One shot the chopper make you look like two

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