Luyện nghe bài hát Go (Gas) [Explicit]

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

took ten shots and I ain't passed out
Spent a grand and I ain't cash out
If you smoking OG, the grass out
niggas filled up, bring the gas out
Talkin' 'bout some shit that you know you
I have my fuckin' way with this game, no control
Drinking on gin 'cause I like alcohol
How the you supposed 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 done up
In my smoking out watching True Blood
take Taco to the strip club
Tryna take Tyler to the dealer bruh (I'm right guys!)
Tryna take to the weed spot
True so I need pot

Go, I'm so fuckin'
Pockets and the smoke and all the
'em
Go, faded and I'm
I hope lungs 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 feel this way)
And all the be like, "Yeah"

shots got me really faded
Kind of famous, enough to laugh like I made it
Drunk enough to stir some controversy, bitch fucking tape it
I feel amazing, making off my fucking cadence
Suck a dick while I selfie with the Eifel Tower
Five star general, the Odd I'm Eisenhower
Said I make it, I show you niggas to fight the power
Igniting sour, watching in my finest hour
A clearer mix of jazz and blue grass
Niggas still stuck in the past, new scabs
Me and Wiz matching bottles nigga, open two
Stumbling out six models, my nigga order two cabs
We worried '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 team or suck a

Go, I'm so loaded
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 been the world before
But I thought it'd be this way
And I smoked up all this before
But I never it'd feel this way)
And all the be like, "Yeah"

sound like some Kill Bill shit, watch it
That's church tambourine shit
My grandma used to play

Golf

(Turn up)
I got old money, I got new
Put 'em together, I got money
Bank teller my phone, she tell me I'm putting on
Twenty of success, let's toast to the best
Sip on some Ace then I pour out the
Fuck bitches, get
gin, fuck their friends
Juicy J three hoes in a white on Benz
I stay sipping
Blue dream I'm up
Looking for a with bank statements like Oprah
These black racist, Louis V no laces
My on call coming straight up out the basement
All I know is money, it don't look you
One shot from the make you look like two

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