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 grand and I ain't cash out
If you smoking OG, bring the out
These niggas up, bring the gas out
Talkin' 'bout some shit that you know you
I have my fuckin' way this game, no remote control
Drinking on some gin I like alcohol
How the fuck you supposed to win, you don't how to ball
up but still smoking
Tryna drive but my 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 dealer (I'm right here guys!)
Tryna take Domo to the spot
True pothead so I pot

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

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

Go, I'm so loaded
Pockets and the smoke and all the
'em
Go, and I'm floatin'
I hope lungs 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 never thought it'd this way)
And all the be like, "Yeah"

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

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
Fuck bitches, get
gin, fuck their friends
Juicy J three hoes in a white on white
I stay sipping
Blue I'm rolling up
Looking for a with bank statements like Oprah
These black racist, Louis V no laces
My plug on call straight up out the basement
All I is money, it don't look like you
One shot from the make you look like two

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