Luyện nghe bài hát Go (Gas)

Fuckin' put on a wrong head, pair of 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 filled up, the gas out
Talkin' some shit that you know you stole
I have my way with this game, no remote control
Drinking on some gin 'cause I like
How the fuck you supposed to win, you don't know how to
up but still smoking
Tryna drive but my eyes open
See the cars, see the watch, see I moved up
In my condo out watching True Blood
Tryna take Taco to the club
take 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, and I'm floatin'
I hope 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 this before
But I never thought it'd this way)
And all the be like, "Yeah"

Celebration shots got me really
of famous, enough to laugh like I really made it
Drunk enough to stir some controversy, bitch let's fucking it
I feel amazing, making digits off my cadence
Suck a hater while I selfie with the Eifel Tower
Five general, the Odd Future I'm Eisenhower
Said I make it, I show you niggas to fight the power
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 bottles nigga, open two tabs
out with six models, my nigga order two cabs
We ain't 'bout rivals, them niggas too trash
Fuck what think, I'm the illest one in the new class
And I don't a fuck what niggas ain't fuckin' with
OFWG run 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 lungs is open
All the bitches, 'em, go
(Now I been around the world
But I never thought it'd be way
And I up all this weed before
But I never it'd feel this way)
And all the be like, "Yeah"

Guitars sound like Kill Bill shit, watch it
That's that tambourine shit
My used 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
Twenty of success, let's toast to the best
Sip on Ace then I pour out the rest
bitches, get ends
Drink gin, fuck friends
Juicy J three hoes in a white on white
I sipping codeine
Blue I'm rolling up
Looking for a bitch with bank like Oprah
These black diamonds racist, V no laces
My plug on call coming up out the basement
All I know is money, it don't look you
One shot the chopper make you look like two

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