Luyện nghe bài hát Go (Gas)

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

Just ten shots and I ain't passed out
a hundred grand and I ain't cash out
If you OG, bring the grass out
These filled up, bring the gas out
Talkin' 'bout some shit that you know you
I have my fuckin' way with this game, no remote
on some gin 'cause I like alcohol
How the fuck you supposed to win, you don't know how to
Turnt up but still
drive but my eyes barely open
See the cars, see the watch, see I moved up
In my condo out watching True Blood
Tryna Taco to the strip club
Tryna take Tyler to the dealer bruh (I'm here guys!)
Tryna take to the weed spot
True pothead so I pot

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

shots got me really faded
Kind of famous, enough to like I really made it
Drunk enough to stir some controversy, bitch let's tape it
I feel amazing, making digits off my cadence
Suck a dick hater I selfie with the Eifel Tower
Five star general, the Odd Future I'm
I couldn't make it, I show you niggas to fight the power
Igniting sour, Chowder in my finest hour
A clearer mix of acid and blue grass
Niggas still in the past, opening new scabs
Me and Wiz matching bottles nigga, open two
Stumbling out six models, my nigga order two cabs
We worried 'bout rivals, them niggas too trash
Fuck 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 a dick

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

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

Golf

(Turn up)
I got old money, I got new
Put 'em together, I got huge
Bank call my phone, she tell me I'm putting on
Twenty years of success, toast to the best
Sip on Ace then I pour out the rest
Fuck bitches, get
Drink gin, their friends
Juicy J three hoes in a white on Benz
I sipping codeine
Blue I'm rolling up
Looking for a with bank statements like Oprah
These black diamonds racist, V no laces
My plug on call coming straight up out the
All I know is money, it look like you
One shot from the make you look like two

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