Luyện nghe bài hát Propane

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

1: Rittz]
Riding in my Chevy Monte Carlo on them chrome
in the trunk
The neighbors screaming causing 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 business
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!)
somebody came and lit the propane
I'm on
Like I'm with 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 classic
Here's a classic to match it
Jordans on my
I hit the gas and then I pass
the weed I'm chiefing
Had to the window gasping
out my homie
Cuz' he's on the missus in the back
I you pushin it
You almost burned a
Right the cushions in my pillow seats
They padded a mattress
Million dollar
Call me Jonny
Funny I remember how it when I was local
Now we travel coast to
bitches holler "Hola!"
When I'm in my Arizona
candy coated [?]
When you ride in chrome or solid
You gotta it
In my Carlo
Bout' to park it up at [?]
Haters they can
But they can't take away my
I took my lady
I hit the and rolled up solo
I'm

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

2: MJG]
On [?] I'm
I thought I you serious
Not a
A juicy pussy
her, I
Fifty-five
in a disguise, a
Real nigga for
90's era
Keep hoes
As long as the blowing
As as the friends going
That's how you get ten
That's and communication at its best
and pimpin
My is the test
For all of the ones who think they are the
Their popularity is
Cuz' there you go thinking
Now I done y'all niggas
to be the best
You gotta learn from the
Cuz' we the rest
Yeah me and my
The Run
He
and Eric B.'s
The Geto
The Bun B's and the C's
You [?] a trick
But you can't charge

[Verse 3: Devin The
I'm gone a drone
in the sky
I'm the wheel
But I like I fly
Pulling up
Got some on me
Continue to keep cool cops all around me
hot as Tabasco
Press on the gas
Blew at an bitch
She had a whole of ass though
Creeping, corners
I did in nine-six
$1.50 a for gas
Used to be higher'n a
all day
Smoke all
And play some music I hope y'all 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 I be smoking
day, all day
Nigga
I them a hit then split
They be "Give me more, Devin"
But I'm

3: Rittz]
Riding in my Chevy Monte Carlo on them chrome
Speakers in the
The neighbors causing road rage
And you that I'm
Too busy to be
up and blowing smoke rings
Making money in the business
I'm in the dope game
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
I'm reunited with an old flame
I'm on
I'm on
(Ya-uh-ya, yeah!)

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