Luyện nghe bài hát Go (Gas)

Fuckin' put on a wrong head, 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 niggas up, bring the gas out
Talkin' 'bout some shit that you you stole
I my fuckin' way with this game, no remote control
Drinking on some gin I like alcohol
How the fuck you supposed to win, you know how to ball
Turnt up but still
Tryna but my eyes barely open
See the cars, see the watch, see I moved up
In my condo out watching True Blood
Tryna take Taco to the strip
Tryna take Tyler to the dealer bruh (I'm right guys!)
Tryna take Domo to the spot
True pothead so I pot

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 before
But I never it'd feel this way)
And all the be like, "Yeah"

shots got me really faded
Kind of famous, to laugh like I really made it
Drunk to stir some controversy, bitch let's fucking tape it
I feel amazing, making digits off my fucking
Suck a hater while I selfie with the Eifel Tower
Five general, the Odd Future I'm Eisenhower
I couldn't make it, I show you niggas to fight the power
Igniting sour, Chowder in my finest hour
A clearer mix of jazz 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 niggas think, I'm the illest one in the new class
And I don't give a fuck what ain't fuckin' with
OFWG run with the or suck a dick

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 been around the 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 Kill Bill shit, watch it
That's church tambourine shit
My grandma used to 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 years of success, let's to the best
Sip on some Ace then I pour out the
Fuck bitches, get
Drink gin, their friends
Juicy J three in a white on white Benz
I sipping codeine
Blue I'm rolling up
Looking for a bitch with bank statements like
black 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 shot from the chopper make you like two

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