Luyện nghe bài hát Go

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

Just took ten and I ain't passed out
Spent a hundred and I ain't cash out
If you OG, bring the grass out
These niggas filled up, the gas out
Talkin' 'bout some that you know you stole
I have my fuckin' way with this game, no control
on some gin 'cause I like alcohol
How the fuck you supposed to win, you don't know how to
Turnt up but smoking
Tryna drive but my eyes barely
See the cars, see the watch, see I done up
In my condo smoking out True Blood
Tryna take to the strip club
Tryna take Tyler to the dealer (I'm right here guys!)
Tryna take to the weed spot
True so I need pot

Go, I'm so loaded
and the smoke and all the bitches
'em
Go, faded and I'm
I hope your lungs is
All the bitches, 'em, go
(Now I been around the world
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"

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

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

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

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, toast to the best
Sip on some Ace I pour out the rest
Fuck bitches, get
Drink gin, fuck friends
J three hoes in a white on white Benz
I sipping codeine
Blue I'm rolling up
Looking for a bitch with bank statements like
These black diamonds racist, Louis V no
My plug on call straight up out the basement
All I know is money, it don't look you
One from the chopper make you look like two

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