Luyện nghe bài hát Go (Gas) [Explicit]

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

Just ten shots and I ain't passed out
Spent a hundred grand and I ain't out
If you smoking OG, bring the out
These filled up, bring the gas out
Talkin' some shit that you know you stole
I have my fuckin' way with 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
Tryna but my eyes barely open
See the cars, see the watch, see I done up
In my condo smoking out watching True
Tryna take Taco to the club
Tryna Tyler to the dealer bruh (I'm right here guys!)
take Domo to the weed spot
True pothead so I pot

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

Celebration shots got me really
Kind of famous, enough to like I really made it
enough to stir some controversy, bitch let's fucking tape it
I feel amazing, making digits off my cadence
a dick hater while I selfie with the Eifel Tower
Five star general, the Odd I'm Eisenhower
Said I couldn't make it, I show you niggas to fight the
sour, watching Chowder in my finest hour
A clearer mix of jazz and blue grass
still stuck in the past, opening new scabs
Me and Wiz matching bottles nigga, open two
Stumbling out with six models, my nigga 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 niggas ain't fuckin' with
OFWG run the team or suck a dick

Go, I'm so loaded
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 thought be this way
And I smoked up all this before
But I thought it'd feel this way)
And all the be like, "Yeah"

sound like some Kill Bill shit, watch 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, toast to the best
Sip on some Ace then I pour out the
Fuck bitches, get
Drink gin, fuck their
Juicy J hoes in a white on white Benz
I stay codeine
dream I'm rolling up
Looking for a bitch with statements like Oprah
black diamonds racist, Louis V no laces
My plug on call straight up out the basement
All I know is money, it don't look you
One shot from the chopper you look like two

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