Luyện nghe bài hát Propane

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

1: Rittz]
Riding in my Chevy Monte Carlo on them things
in the trunk
The neighbors screaming road rage
And you know I'm (Ya-uh-ya, ya-uh yeah!)
Too busy to be
Rolling up and blowing smoke
Making money in the business
Like I'm in the game
Like somebody came and lit the
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

[Verse 1:
Rittz up in bitch
[?] made me
Driving that classic
I fashion it in
Bout' to drop a album
Here's a classic to match it
Jordans on my
I hit the gas and then I them
Smell the weed I'm
Had to crack the window
Cussing out my
Cuz' he's ashing on the missus in the
I said you it
You almost burned a
Right through the cushions in my seats
They padded a mattress
Million motif
me Jonny Global
Funny I how it felt when I was local
Now we travel coast to
bitches holler "Hola!"
When I'm in my Arizona
It's candy [?]
you ride in chrome or solid gold
You show it
In my Carlo
Bout' to valet it up at [?]
they can hate
But they take away my mojo
I took my lady
I hit the and rolled up solo
I'm

[Hook 2:
in my Chevy Monte Carlo on them chrome things
Speakers in the
The screaming causing road rage
And you that I'm
Too busy to be
Rolling up and smoke rings
Making in the music business
Like I'm in the dope
somebody came and lit the propane
I'm on

2: MJG]
On [?] I'm
I thought I you serious
Not a
A real juicy
her, I
Fifty-five
in a disguise, a
Real nigga for
90's era
Keep hoeing
As long as the wind
As long as the going
how you get ten going
That's multiplication and communication at its
and pimpin
My is the test
For all of the ones who think they are the
Their popularity is
Cuz' there you go again
Now I told y'all niggas
Wanting to be the
You learn from the best
Cuz' we the rest
me and my O-G's
The Run
He
and Eric B.'s
The Boys
The Bun B's and the C's
You might [?] a
But you charge these

[Verse 3: Devin The
I'm gone a drone
in the sky
I'm the wheel
But I feel I fly
up chromey
Got some on me
Continue to keep cool with cops all me
hot as Tabasco
Press on the gas
Blew at an ugly
She had a whole bunch of ass
Creeping, bending
Like I did in
$1.50 a for gas
Used to be higher'n a
all day
Smoke all
And play some funky music I y'all like
In the hood all
Kenwood with the
up on d-boys, thugs, pimps, and hookers
Look at D is they say
When see me
When I be
They be asking me for
Because they that I be smoking
day, all day
Nigga
I give them a hit then
be like "Give me more, Devin"
But I'm

[Hook 3:
Riding in my Chevy Carlo on them chrome things
in the trunk
The screaming 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 game
somebody came 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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