Luyện nghe bài hát Propane

[Intro:
Riding in my
Yellow bottle on my gold
in the trunk
The screaming causing road rage
And you that I'm
Too busy to be
I don't when my phone rings
Making in the music business
Like I'm in the dope
somebody came and lit the propane
Oh

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

[Verse 1:
up in this bitch
[?] me classy
Driving that Cadillac
I it in traffic
to drop a classic album
Here's a classic to match it
on my feet
I hit the gas and I pass them
Smell the I'm chiefing
Had to crack the gasping
Cussing out my
Cuz' he's ashing on the in the back
I said you it
You almost burned a
through the cushions in my pillow seats
They padded a mattress
Million motif
Call me Global
Funny I remember how it when I was local
Now we travel to coast
bitches holler "Hola!"
When I'm in my Arizona
candy coated [?]
When you in chrome or solid gold
You show it
In my Monte
to valet park it up at [?]
Haters can hate
But they can't take away my
I my lady home
I hit the club and rolled up
I'm

[Hook 2:
Riding in my Chevy Monte Carlo on them chrome
in the trunk
The screaming causing road rage
And you that I'm
Too to be bothered
Rolling up and blowing rings
Making money in the music
Like I'm in the dope
Like somebody came and lit the
I'm on

2: MJG]
On [?] I'm
I thought I told you
Not a
A juicy pussy
her, I
Fifty-five
in a disguise, a
Real for real
era survivor
Keep hoes
As as the wind blowing
As long as the friends
how you get ten going
That's multiplication and communication at its
Power and
My is the test
For all of the ones who think they are the
popularity is sinking
Cuz' you go again thinking
Now I told y'all niggas
Wanting to be the
You gotta learn the best
Cuz' we the rest
Yeah me and my
The Run
He
Rakim's and B.'s
The Geto
The Bun B's and the C's
You might [?] a
But you can't these

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

[Hook 3:
Riding in my Monte Carlo on them chrome things
in the trunk
The neighbors causing road rage
And you know I'm
Too to be bothered
Rolling up and blowing smoke
money in the music business
Like I'm in the dope
Like somebody came and lit the
I'm on
Like I'm with 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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