Luyện nghe bài hát Go (Gas)

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

Just took ten shots and I passed out
Spent a hundred and I ain't cash out
If you smoking OG, bring the out
These filled up, bring the gas out
Talkin' 'bout some shit that you know you
I have my fuckin' way with game, no remote control
Drinking on some gin I like alcohol
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 done up
In my condo out watching True Blood
Tryna take Taco to the strip
Tryna take to the dealer bruh (I'm right here guys!)
take Domo to the weed spot
True pothead so I pot

Go, I'm so fuckin'
Pockets and the smoke and all the
'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 weed before
But I never thought feel this way)
And all the be like, "Yeah"

Celebration got me really faded
Kind of famous, to laugh like I really made it
Drunk enough to stir some controversy, bitch fucking tape it
I feel amazing, digits off my fucking cadence
Suck a hater while I selfie with the Eifel Tower
Five star general, the Odd Future I'm
Said I couldn't make it, I you niggas to fight the power
Igniting sour, watching 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 with six models, my nigga two cabs
We ain't worried 'bout rivals, them niggas too
Fuck what niggas think, I'm the one in the new class
And I don't give a what niggas ain't fuckin' with
OFWG run with the team or a dick

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

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

Golf

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

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