Luyện nghe bài hát Go (Gas)

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

Just ten shots and I ain't passed out
Spent a grand and I ain't cash out
If you smoking OG, the grass out
These filled up, bring the gas out
Talkin' 'bout some that you know you stole
I have my fuckin' way this game, no remote control
Drinking on gin 'cause I like alcohol
How the you supposed to win, you don't know how to ball
Turnt up but smoking
Tryna but my eyes barely open
See the cars, see the watch, see I done up
In my condo smoking out 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 your is open
All the bitches, 'em, go
(Now I been around the before
But I never it'd be this way
And I smoked up all this weed
But I never it'd feel this way)
And all the be like, "Yeah"

Celebration shots got me really
Kind of famous, enough to laugh like I really it
Drunk enough to stir some controversy, bitch let's tape it
I feel amazing, making digits off my cadence
Suck a dick hater while I selfie the Eifel Tower
Five star general, the Odd Future I'm
Said I make it, I show you niggas to fight the power
sour, watching Chowder in my finest hour
A mix of acid jazz and blue grass
still stuck in the past, opening new scabs
Me and Wiz bottles nigga, open two tabs
Stumbling out with six models, my nigga two cabs
We ain't 'bout rivals, them niggas too trash
Fuck what niggas think, I'm the illest one in the new
And I don't give a fuck what niggas fuckin' with
OFWG run with the team or suck a

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

Guitars like some Kill Bill shit, watch it
that church tambourine shit
My grandma to play that

Golf

(Turn up)
I got old money, I got new
Put 'em together, I got huge
teller 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
Fuck bitches, get
Drink gin, fuck their
Juicy J hoes in a white on white Benz
I sipping codeine
Blue dream I'm up
Looking for a bitch with bank statements like
black diamonds racist, Louis V no laces
My plug on call straight up out the basement
All I know is money, it don't like you
One shot from the chopper make you look two

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