Luyện nghe bài hát Go (Gas) [Explicit]

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

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

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

Celebration got me really faded
Kind of famous, enough to laugh like I made it
Drunk to stir some controversy, bitch let's fucking tape it
I feel amazing, making digits off my cadence
Suck a dick hater while I with the Eifel Tower
star general, the Odd Future I'm Eisenhower
Said I make it, I show you niggas to fight the power
sour, watching Chowder in my finest hour
A clearer mix of acid jazz and blue
Niggas still in the past, opening new scabs
Me and Wiz matching bottles nigga, two tabs
Stumbling out with six models, my order two cabs
We ain't worried 'bout rivals, niggas too trash
Fuck 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 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 world
But I never thought be this way
And I smoked up all this weed
But I never thought it'd feel way)
And all the be like, "Yeah"

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

Golf

(Turn up)
I got old money, I got new
Put 'em together, I got money
Bank teller call my phone, she tell me I'm on
Twenty years of success, let's toast to the
Sip on some Ace I pour out the rest
bitches, get ends
Drink gin, their friends
J three hoes in a white on white Benz
I sipping codeine
dream I'm rolling up
Looking for a bitch with statements like Oprah
These black diamonds racist, Louis V no
My plug on call coming straight up out the
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)