Luyện nghe bài hát Go (Gas) [Explicit]

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

Just took ten shots and I passed out
Spent a hundred grand and I ain't out
If you smoking OG, the grass out
These niggas filled up, the gas out
Talkin' 'bout shit that you know you stole
I my fuckin' way with this game, no remote control
Drinking on gin 'cause I like alcohol
How the fuck you to win, you don't know how to ball
up but still smoking
Tryna drive but my eyes open
See the cars, see the watch, see I done up
In my condo out watching True Blood
Tryna take Taco to the strip
Tryna take Tyler to the dealer bruh (I'm right guys!)
Tryna take Domo to the spot
pothead so I need pot

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

Celebration shots got me really
Kind of famous, enough to laugh like I made it
Drunk to stir some controversy, bitch let's fucking tape it
I amazing, making digits off my fucking cadence
Suck a dick hater while I with the Eifel Tower
Five star general, the Odd I'm Eisenhower
Said I couldn't make it, I show you niggas to the power
Igniting sour, watching Chowder in my hour
A clearer mix of acid jazz and blue
Niggas stuck in the past, opening new scabs
Me and Wiz matching bottles nigga, two tabs
Stumbling out six models, my nigga order two cabs
We ain't worried 'bout rivals, them niggas too
Fuck what niggas think, I'm the illest one in the new
And I give a fuck what niggas ain't fuckin' with
OFWG run the team or suck a dick

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

Guitars sound like Kill Bill shit, watch it
That's that tambourine 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
gin, fuck their friends
Juicy J three hoes in a white on Benz
I stay sipping
Blue dream I'm up
Looking for a bitch with bank like Oprah
These black diamonds racist, Louis V no
My plug on coming straight up out the basement
All I know is money, it don't look you
One shot from the chopper make you like two

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