Luyện nghe bài hát Go (Gas)

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

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

Go, I'm so fuckin'
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 around the world before
But I never thought it'd be way
And I smoked up all weed before
But I never thought feel this way)
And all the be like, "Yeah"

Celebration shots got me faded
Kind of famous, to laugh like I really made it
Drunk enough to stir controversy, bitch let's fucking tape it
I feel amazing, making 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 niggas to fight the
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 matching bottles nigga, open two
Stumbling out six models, my nigga order two cabs
We ain't worried 'bout rivals, them niggas too
what niggas think, I'm the illest one in the new class
And I don't a fuck what niggas ain't fuckin' with
OFWG run with the team or suck a

Go, I'm so fuckin'
and the smoke and all the bitches
'em
Go, faded and I'm
I your lungs is open
All the bitches, 'em, go
(Now I been the world before
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"

Guitars sound like some 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 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 sipping codeine
Blue I'm rolling up
Looking for a bitch bank statements like Oprah
These diamonds racist, Louis V no laces
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)