Luyện nghe bài hát Gasoline

Elite alloy candy coated custom
Verizon wireless
Jacob watch interchangeable bands and five time zones
Tryin to at a redbone
Smokin on some
Sippin on some duper extra strength
A buck fifty a louie the thirteenth
Head hard as a rock stop by the shop
Shoot craps in the back then hit the block
There go the
They handcuffin my
They to take 'em to the prestink
say they ABC's backwards
So? I can't say my ABC's backwards when I'm sober
a different pedigree than most of these suckers up in this industry
be to copy me
setta, game markin decta, vendetta, big chedda, soil block protectas

(Chorus)
[Turf & Doonie]
Hey,
Fuck rallies gold ones mang
Wid It nigga what you claim?
My spit gasoline (x2)

low on gas
Never on an empty
High octane for the brain, puffin on some
backed up like a toilets do, bumper to bumper
Music on slap, like a concert
Drink in my lap, finger on my
Twist wig back, head
line, alpine, deck
Rolla supplier, as it's kept
I want to retire but I can't, the game me
The game would be boring without
I wake up every morning to a shot of
A shoebox full of herb and some grits and turkey sausage for my
Sellin out the trunk of my car
And just think, I started a pickle jar
From a sixteenth of yowder to a quarter of blow
To a thing of some of that YOU KNOW!

(Chorus)
Talk & Doonie]
Hey, hey
Fuck rallies, ride gold mang
wid it nigga what you claim
My niggaz gasoline (x2)

Yo, yo yo
I'm close, I'm the most, I flamboast
I coast, my foot off the brake
I casper the friendly ghost up the interstate
Gettin motion, deep throat
bout to choke
I got to see, marbles to make
Drop the prices from state to like the west nile virus
gammas miralicious
Big spit, game
Man on the foshelian
nothin but the forty water
Always on, uh, unreasonable
Can't fuck wit it if it ain't um, er, uh, ta, uh, feasible
Me and my stay yaypered up
Got a "Just say no to drug" bumper sticker on my truck and an American
So I can my image
I'm smokin on some
I to play some tennis before I go to court
The water be finished if he don't report

(Chorus)
[Turf Talk &
Hey, hey
Fuck rallies ride gold ones
Sick wid it what you claim
My niggaz spit (x4)

Gasoline! (x16)