Luyện nghe bài hát Go (Gas)

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

Just took ten shots and I passed out
Spent a grand 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 this game, no remote control
Drinking on some gin 'cause I like
How the you supposed to win, you don't know how to ball
up but still smoking
Tryna drive but my eyes barely
See the cars, see the watch, see I done up
In my condo smoking out watching Blood
Tryna take Taco to the club
take Tyler to the dealer 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 smoke and all the
'em
Go, faded and I'm
I hope your is open
All the bitches, 'em, go
(Now I been the world before
But I thought 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"

Celebration got me really faded
Kind of famous, enough to like I really made it
Drunk enough to stir controversy, bitch let's fucking tape it
I amazing, making digits off my fucking cadence
Suck a dick while I selfie with the Eifel Tower
star 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 and blue grass
Niggas still stuck in the past, new scabs
Me and Wiz bottles nigga, open two tabs
Stumbling out six models, my nigga order two cabs
We ain't worried 'bout rivals, niggas too trash
Fuck niggas think, I'm the illest one in the new class
And I don't give a fuck what niggas ain't with
run with the team or suck a dick

Go, I'm so loaded
Pockets and the smoke and all the
'em
Go, faded and I'm
I hope your lungs is
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 weed
But I never thought feel 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 huge
Bank teller call my phone, she me I'm putting on
Twenty years of success, toast to the best
Sip on some Ace then I pour out the
bitches, get ends
Drink gin, fuck their
J three hoes in a white on white Benz
I stay sipping
dream I'm rolling up
Looking for a bitch with bank like Oprah
These black diamonds racist, Louis V no
My plug on call coming straight up out the
All I know is money, it look like you
One shot from the chopper make you like two

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