Luyện nghe bài hát Propane

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

1: Rittz]
Riding in my Monte Carlo on them chrome things
Speakers in the
The neighbors causing road rage
And you know I'm (Ya-uh-ya, ya-uh yeah!)
Too busy to be
Rolling up and smoke rings
Making money in the business
Like I'm in the game
Like came and lit the propane
I'm on
Like I'm reunited with an old
I'm on (Yeah!)
Like 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
[?] me classy
Driving that Cadillac
I fashion it in
Bout' to drop a album
a classic song to match it
Jordans on my
I hit the gas and I pass them
Smell the I'm chiefing
Had to the window gasping
Cussing out my
Cuz' he's on the missus in the back
I said you it
You almost a hole
Right through the cushions in my seats
They like a mattress
Million motif
Call me Global
Funny I remember how it felt when I was
Now we coast to coast
Spanish bitches "Hola!"
When I'm in my Home
It's candy [?]
you ride in chrome or solid gold
You show it
In my Carlo
to valet park it up at [?]
Haters can hate
But they can't take my mojo
I took my home
I hit the club and rolled up
I'm

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

[Verse 2:
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 as the friends going
how you get ten going
That's and communication at its best
and pimpin
My manipulation is the
For all of the ones who think they are the
Their is sinking
there you go again thinking
Now I done y'all niggas
Wanting to be the
You gotta learn the best
Cuz' we invented the
me and my O-G's
The Run
He
and Eric B.'s
The Geto
The Bun B's and the C's
You might [?] a
But you can't charge

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

[Hook 3:
in my Chevy Monte Carlo on them chrome things
Speakers in the
The neighbors screaming road rage
And you know I'm
Too busy to be
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
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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