Luyện nghe bài hát Go (Gas) [Explicit]

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

Just took ten and I ain't passed out
a hundred grand and I ain't cash out
If you smoking OG, bring the out
niggas filled up, bring the gas out
Talkin' some shit that you know you stole
I my fuckin' way with this game, no remote control
Drinking on some gin 'cause I alcohol
How the fuck you supposed to win, you know how to ball
Turnt up but still
drive but my eyes barely open
See the cars, see the watch, see I moved up
In my smoking out watching True Blood
Tryna 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, and I'm floatin'
I hope lungs is open
All the bitches, 'em, go
(Now I been around the world
But I never it'd be this way
And I up all this weed 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 fucking tape it
I amazing, making digits off my fucking cadence
Suck a hater while I selfie with the Eifel Tower
star general, the Odd Future I'm Eisenhower
Said I couldn't make it, I show you niggas to the power
Igniting sour, watching Chowder in my finest
A clearer mix of jazz and blue grass
Niggas still stuck in the past, opening new
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 one in the new class
And I give a fuck what niggas 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 your is open
All the bitches, 'em, go
(Now I been around the before
But I thought it'd be this way
And I up all this weed before
But I never it'd feel this way)
And all the be like, "Yeah"

Guitars sound like some Kill 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 money
teller call my phone, she tell me I'm putting on
Twenty of success, let's toast to the best
Sip on some Ace I pour out the rest
bitches, get ends
Drink gin, fuck their
Juicy J three hoes in a on white Benz
I stay sipping
Blue I'm rolling up
for a bitch with bank statements like Oprah
These diamonds racist, Louis V no laces
My plug on call coming up out the basement
All I know is money, it don't like you
One shot from the chopper make you like two

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