Luyện nghe bài hát Gasoline

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

(Chorus)
[Turf & Doonie]
Hey,
Fuck rallies ride ones mang
Sick Wid It nigga what you
My niggaz spit (x2)

low on gas
Never on an empty
High octane for the brain, puffin on dank
Traffic backed up a toilets do, bumper to bumper
on slap, sounding like a concert
Drink in my lap, finger on my
Twist wig back, head
line, alpine, deck
Rolla supplier, quiet as 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 of liquor
A shoebox full of herb and some and turkey sausage for my liver
units 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 whole thing of of that YOU KNOW!

(Chorus)
[Turf Talk &
Hey, hey
Fuck rallies, ride gold ones
Sick wid it what you claim
My spit gasoline (x2)

Yo, yo yo
I'm close, I'm the most, I flamboast
I coast, my foot off the brake
Then I casper the friendly up the interstate
Gettin neck motion, deep
Honey to choke
I got brigadels to see, marbles to
Drop the prices from state to state the west nile virus
gammas miralicious
Big spit, vicious
Man on the foshelian
It's 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 weoples stay up
Got a "Just say no to drug" bumper on my truck and an American flag
So I can camouflage my
I'm on some spinach
I to play some tennis before I go to court
The water might be finished if he don't

(Chorus)
Talk & Doonie]
Hey, hey
Fuck rallies ride gold ones
Sick wid it nigga what you
My spit gasoline (x4)

Gasoline! (x16)