Luyện nghe bài hát Go (Gas)

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

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

Go, I'm so fuckin'
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 been around the world
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"

Celebration got me really faded
Kind of famous, enough to laugh I really made it
Drunk to stir some controversy, bitch let's fucking tape it
I feel amazing, making off my fucking 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 Chowder in my hour
A mix of acid jazz and blue grass
Niggas still stuck in the past, new scabs
Me and Wiz matching bottles nigga, open two
Stumbling out with six models, my nigga two cabs
We worried 'bout rivals, them niggas too trash
Fuck what think, I'm the illest one in the new class
And I give a fuck what niggas ain't fuckin' with
OFWG run the team or suck a dick

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

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

Golf

(Turn up)
I got old money, I got new
Put 'em together, I got huge
Bank teller call my phone, she tell me I'm on
Twenty of success, let's toast to the best
Sip on some Ace then I out the rest
bitches, get ends
Drink gin, fuck their
J three hoes in a white on white Benz
I stay codeine
Blue dream I'm up
Looking for a bitch bank statements like Oprah
These diamonds racist, Louis V no laces
My plug on call coming straight up out the
All I know is money, it don't like you
One shot from the make you look like two

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