Luyện nghe bài hát Go (Gas) [Explicit]

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

Just took ten shots and I ain't out
Spent a hundred and I ain't cash out
If you OG, bring the grass out
These niggas up, bring the gas out
Talkin' some shit that you know you stole
I have my fuckin' way with this game, no remote
Drinking on some gin 'cause I alcohol
How the fuck you supposed to win, you don't know how to
Turnt up but still
drive but my eyes barely open
See the cars, see the watch, see I moved up
In my condo smoking out True Blood
Tryna take Taco to the club
Tryna take Tyler to the dealer bruh (I'm 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, faded and I'm
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 smoked up all 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 laugh I really made it
enough to stir some controversy, bitch let's fucking tape it
I feel amazing, making digits off my cadence
Suck a dick hater while I selfie the Eifel Tower
Five star general, the Odd I'm Eisenhower
Said I couldn't make it, I you niggas to fight the power
Igniting sour, watching in my finest hour
A clearer mix of acid jazz and grass
Niggas still in the past, opening new scabs
Me and Wiz matching bottles nigga, two tabs
Stumbling out six models, my nigga order two cabs
We worried 'bout rivals, them niggas too trash
Fuck what think, I'm the illest one in the new class
And I don't give a what niggas ain't fuckin' with
OFWG run with the team or a dick

Go, I'm so fuckin'
Pockets and the and all the bitches
'em
Go, and I'm floatin'
I hope your is open
All the bitches, 'em, go
(Now I been the world before
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"

Guitars 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 money
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
bitches, get ends
Drink gin, fuck their
Juicy J three hoes in a white on Benz
I sipping codeine
Blue I'm rolling up
Looking for a bitch with statements like Oprah
These black diamonds racist, V no laces
My plug on call coming straight up out the
All I is money, it don't look like you
One shot from the chopper make you look two

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