Luyện nghe bài hát Propane

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

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

1: Rittz]
Rittz up in bitch
[?] made me
Driving that Cadillac
I fashion it in
Bout' to a classic album
Here's a classic song to it
on my feet
I hit the gas and then I pass
Smell the weed I'm
Had to the window gasping
Cussing out my
Cuz' he's ashing on the in the back
I you pushin it
You almost burned a
Right through the in my pillow seats
They padded like a
Million dollar
me Jonny Global
Funny I remember how it felt when I was
Now we travel 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 Carlo
Bout' to valet it up at [?]
Haters they can
But they take away my mojo
I took my lady
I hit the club and rolled up
I'm

[Hook 2:
Riding in my Chevy Monte on them chrome things
in the trunk
The neighbors causing road rage
And you that I'm
Too to be bothered
Rolling up and blowing smoke
Making money in the business
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 nigga for
90's era
hoes hoeing
As long as the blowing
As long as the going
how you get ten going
That's multiplication and communication at its
Power and
My manipulation is the
For all of the ones who think they are the
Their popularity is
there you go again thinking
Now I done told niggas
Wanting to be the
You learn from the best
we invented the rest
Yeah me and my
The Run
He
and Eric B.'s
The Boys
The Bun B's and the C's
You [?] a trick
But you can't charge

[Verse 3: Devin The
I'm gone like a
in the sky
I'm the wheel
But I like I fly
Pulling up
Got some on me
Continue to cool with cops all around me
hot as Tabasco
Press on the gas
Blew at an bitch
She had a whole bunch of ass
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 y'all like
In the hood all
Kenwood the woofers
Pulling up on d-boys, thugs, pimps, and
at D is what they say
When see me
When I be
They be me for weed
Because know that I be smoking
day, all day
Nigga
I give a hit then split
be like "Give me more, Devin"
But I'm

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

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