Luyện nghe bài hát Propane

[Intro:
in my Caddy
Yellow bottle on my gold
in the trunk
The screaming causing road rage
And you know I'm
Too to be bothered
I answer when my phone rings
Making in the music business
Like I'm in the game
Like came 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 busy to be
up and blowing smoke rings
Making money in the music
Like I'm in the dope
somebody came and lit the propane
I'm on
Like I'm reunited 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 this
[?] made me
Driving classic Cadillac
I fashion it in
Bout' to a classic album
Here's a song to match it
Jordans on my
I hit the gas and I pass them
the weed I'm chiefing
Had to crack the window
Cussing out my
Cuz' he's on the missus in the back
I you pushin it
You burned a hole
Right through the cushions in my pillow
padded like a mattress
Million dollar
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 Home
It's candy [?]
When you in chrome or solid gold
You gotta it
In my Monte
to valet park it up at [?]
Haters they can
But they can't take away my
I took my 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 neighbors screaming 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 somebody came and lit the
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 nigga for
era survivor
Keep hoes
As long as the wind
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 they are the greatest
Their is sinking
Cuz' there you go again
Now I done told niggas
to be the best
You gotta learn the best
Cuz' we invented the
Yeah me and my
The Run
He
and Eric B.'s
The Boys
The Bun B's and the C's
You might [?] a
But you can't charge

3: Devin The Dude]
I'm gone a drone
in the sky
I'm behind the
But I like I fly
Pulling up
Got some on me
Continue to keep cool with all around me
It's hot as
on the gas slow
Blew at an bitch
She had a whole bunch of ass
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 funky music I hope like
In the hood all
Kenwood the woofers
up on d-boys, thugs, pimps, and hookers
Look at D is what say
When see me
I be coasting
They be asking me for
they know that I be smoking
day, all day
Nigga
I give a hit then split
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 causing rage
And you that I'm
Too to be bothered
up and blowing smoke rings
Making in the music business
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
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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