Luyện nghe bài hát Go

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

Just took ten shots and I ain't out
Spent a grand and I ain't cash out
If you smoking OG, the grass out
These niggas filled up, the gas out
Talkin' some shit that you know you stole
I my fuckin' way with 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 True
take Taco to the strip club
Tryna Tyler to the dealer bruh (I'm right here guys!)
Tryna take Domo to the spot
True pothead so I pot

Go, I'm so loaded
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 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 really
Kind of famous, enough to laugh like I made it
enough to stir some controversy, bitch let's fucking tape it
I feel amazing, making digits off my fucking
Suck a dick hater while I with the Eifel Tower
star general, the Odd Future I'm Eisenhower
Said I make it, I show you niggas to fight the power
Igniting sour, watching Chowder in my hour
A clearer mix of jazz and blue grass
Niggas stuck in the past, opening new scabs
Me and Wiz bottles nigga, open two tabs
Stumbling out with six models, my nigga order two
We ain't worried 'bout rivals, them 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 team or suck a

Go, I'm so loaded
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 thought feel this 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 money
Bank call my phone, she tell me I'm putting on
years of success, let's toast to the best
Sip on some Ace I pour out the rest
bitches, get ends
Drink gin, their friends
Juicy J three hoes in a white on Benz
I sipping codeine
Blue I'm rolling up
Looking for a bitch with bank statements Oprah
black diamonds racist, Louis V no laces
My plug on call coming up out the basement
All I know is money, it don't look you
One shot from the make you look like two

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