Luyện nghe bài hát Go (Gas) [Explicit]

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

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

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 around the world before
But I never it'd be this way
And I smoked up all this before
But I thought 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 controversy, bitch let's fucking tape it
I amazing, making digits off my fucking cadence
Suck a dick hater while I selfie with the Eifel
Five star general, the Odd Future I'm
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 stuck in the past, opening new scabs
Me and Wiz bottles nigga, open two tabs
Stumbling out with six models, my order two cabs
We ain't worried 'bout rivals, them 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 a dick

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

Guitars sound like some Kill Bill shit, 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
teller call my phone, she tell me I'm putting on
Twenty years of success, let's toast to the
Sip on some Ace then I out the rest
Fuck bitches, get
Drink gin, their friends
Juicy J three hoes in a on white Benz
I sipping codeine
Blue dream I'm up
Looking for a bitch with bank statements Oprah
These diamonds racist, Louis V no laces
My plug on call coming straight up out the
All I know is money, it look like you
One from the chopper make you look like two

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