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, the grass out
niggas filled up, bring the gas out
Talkin' 'bout some shit you know you stole
I have my fuckin' way this game, no remote control
Drinking on some gin I like alcohol
How the fuck you to win, you don't know how to ball
Turnt up but smoking
Tryna drive but my eyes 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 bruh (I'm right here guys!)
Tryna take to the weed spot
True pothead so I pot

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 around the world
But I never thought it'd be way
And I smoked up all this before
But I thought it'd feel this way)
And all the be like, "Yeah"

shots got me really faded
Kind of famous, enough to laugh I really made it
Drunk enough to stir some controversy, bitch let's tape it
I feel amazing, digits off my fucking cadence
Suck a dick hater while I selfie with the Eifel
Five star general, the Odd I'm Eisenhower
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 jazz and grass
Niggas still stuck in the past, opening new
Me and Wiz bottles nigga, open two tabs
Stumbling out six models, my nigga order two cabs
We ain't worried 'bout rivals, niggas too trash
Fuck what think, I'm the illest one in the new class
And I give a fuck what niggas ain't fuckin' with
run with the team or suck a dick

Go, I'm so fuckin'
Pockets and the smoke and all the
'em
Go, faded and I'm
I hope your is open
All the bitches, 'em, go
(Now I been around the before
But I never it'd be this way
And I smoked up all weed before
But I never it'd feel this way)
And all the be like, "Yeah"

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

Golf

(Turn up)
I got old money, I got new
Put 'em together, I got huge
Bank teller my phone, she tell me I'm putting on
Twenty years of success, let's to the best
Sip on Ace then I pour out the rest
bitches, get ends
Drink gin, fuck their
J three hoes in a white on white Benz
I stay codeine
dream I'm rolling up
Looking for a bitch with bank statements Oprah
black diamonds racist, Louis V no laces
My plug on call coming straight up out the
All I is money, it don't look like you
One shot the chopper make you look like two

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