Luyện nghe bài hát Propane

[Intro:
in my Caddy
Yellow bottle on my gold
Speakers in the
The neighbors screaming causing rage
And you know I'm
Too to be bothered
I don't answer when my rings
Making money in the business
Like I'm in the dope
Like somebody came and lit the
Oh

1: Rittz]
Riding in my Chevy Monte on them chrome things
Speakers in the
The neighbors screaming road rage
And you that I'm (Ya-uh-ya, ya-uh yeah!)
Too to be bothered
up and blowing smoke rings
Making money in the music
Like I'm in the dope
Like somebody and lit the propane
I'm on
I'm reunited with an old flame
I'm on (Yeah!)
Like somebody came and lit the
I'm on
Like I'm reunited an old flame
I'm on (Yeah!)
I'm on

1: Rittz]
Rittz up in bitch
[?] me classy
that classic Cadillac
I fashion it in
Bout' to drop a album
Here's a song to match it
Jordans on my
I hit the gas and then I them
Smell the weed I'm
Had to crack the gasping
Cussing out my
Cuz' he's ashing on the in the back
I you pushin it
You burned a hole
through the cushions in my pillow seats
They padded like a
dollar motif
Call me Global
Funny I remember how it felt I was local
Now we coast to coast
Spanish holler "Hola!"
I'm in my Arizona Home
It's candy [?]
When you in chrome or solid gold
You show it
In my Monte
to valet park it up at [?]
Haters they can
But they can't away my mojo
I took my lady
I hit the and rolled up solo
I'm

[Hook 2:
Riding in my Chevy Monte Carlo on chrome things
in the trunk
The screaming causing road rage
And you know I'm
Too busy to be
Rolling up and smoke rings
money in the music business
Like I'm in the game
Like came and lit the propane
I'm on

[Verse 2:
On [?] I'm
I thought I you serious
Not a
A real juicy
her, I
Fifty-five
in a disguise, a
Real nigga for
era survivor
Keep hoes
As long as the blowing
As long as the going
how you get ten going
That's multiplication and at its best
Power and
My is the test
For all of the who think they are the greatest
popularity is sinking
Cuz' there you go thinking
Now I done told y'all
to be the best
You learn from the best
Cuz' we invented the
me and my O-G's
The Run
He
Rakim's and B.'s
The Boys
The Bun B's and the C's
You might [?] a
But you can't charge

[Verse 3: The Dude]
I'm gone like a
in the sky
I'm the wheel
But I feel I fly
up chromey
Got cookies on me
Continue to keep with cops all around me
It's hot as
on the gas slow
Blew at an ugly
She had a whole bunch of ass
Creeping, corners
I did in nine-six
$1.50 a for gas
to be higher'n a bitch
all day
Smoke all
And some funky music I hope y'all like
In the all good
with the woofers
Pulling up on d-boys, thugs, pimps, and
Look at D is what say
they see me
When I be
They be me for weed
Because they know that I be
day, all day
Nigga
I them a hit then split
be like "Give me more, Devin"
But I'm

[Hook 3:
Riding in my Chevy Monte Carlo on chrome things
in the trunk
The neighbors causing road rage
And you know I'm
Too to be bothered
Rolling up and blowing rings
Making in the music business
Like I'm in the dope
Like somebody and lit the propane
I'm on
Like I'm reunited an old flame
I'm on
Like somebody came and lit the
I'm on
Like I'm with an old flame
I'm on
I'm on
(Ya-uh-ya, yeah!)

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