Luyện nghe bài hát Go

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

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

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

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

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

Guitars like some Kill Bill shit, watch it
that church tambourine shit
My grandma to play 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, let's to the best
Sip on some Ace I pour out the rest
bitches, get ends
Drink gin, fuck their
Juicy J hoes in a white on white Benz
I stay codeine
dream I'm rolling up
Looking for a bitch with bank statements Oprah
These diamonds racist, Louis V no laces
My plug on coming straight up out the basement
All I know is money, it don't look you
One shot from the chopper make you look two

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