Luyện nghe bài hát Go (Gas) [Explicit]

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

Just ten shots and I ain't passed out
Spent a hundred grand and I ain't out
If you OG, bring the grass out
These niggas filled up, the gas out
'bout some shit that you know you stole
I have my fuckin' way with this game, no remote
Drinking on gin 'cause I like alcohol
How the you supposed to win, you don't know how to ball
up but still smoking
Tryna drive but my eyes barely
See the cars, see the watch, see I moved up
In my smoking out watching True Blood
Tryna take to the strip club
Tryna take Tyler to the dealer bruh (I'm right guys!)
take Domo to the weed spot
True so I need 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 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"

shots got me really faded
Kind of famous, to laugh like I really made it
Drunk enough to stir some controversy, bitch let's fucking it
I feel amazing, digits off my fucking cadence
Suck a dick hater while I selfie the Eifel Tower
Five general, the Odd Future I'm Eisenhower
Said I couldn't make it, I show you to fight the power
Igniting sour, Chowder in my finest hour
A clearer mix of acid and blue grass
Niggas still stuck in the past, opening new
Me and Wiz matching bottles nigga, open two
Stumbling out with six models, my order two cabs
We ain't worried rivals, them niggas too trash
what niggas think, I'm the illest one in the new class
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 hope your is open
All the bitches, 'em, go
(Now I been around the world
But I never thought be this way
And I up all this weed before
But I never thought it'd feel way)
And all the be like, "Yeah"

Guitars sound like some Bill shit, watch 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 huge
Bank teller call my phone, she me I'm putting on
Twenty of success, let's toast to the best
Sip on some Ace then I pour out the
bitches, get ends
Drink gin, fuck their
J three hoes in a white on white Benz
I stay codeine
dream I'm rolling up
Looking for a bitch with bank like Oprah
These black racist, Louis 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 chopper make you look two

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