Luyện nghe bài hát Gasoline

Elite alloy coated custom paint
wireless phone
Jacob watch with interchangeable bands and five time
Tryin to holla at a
Smokin on some
Sippin on some super duper extra
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
go the elroys
They handcuffin my
They to take 'em to the prestink
Couldn't say they ABC's
So? Shoot I say my ABC's backwards when I'm sober
a different pedigree than most of these suckers up in this industry
be trying to me
Trend setta, markin decta, vendetta, big chedda, soil block protectas

(Chorus)
[Turf Talk &
Hey,
Fuck rallies ride ones mang
Sick Wid It nigga you claim?
My niggaz gasoline (x2)

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

(Chorus)
[Turf Talk &
Hey, hey
rallies, ride gold ones mang
Sick wid it nigga what you
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 ghost up the
Gettin neck motion, deep
bout to choke
I got brigadels to see, marbles to
Drop the prices state to state like 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 equinomically um, er, uh, ta, uh,
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 on some spinach
I need to some tennis before I go to court
The water might be if he don't report

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

Gasoline! (x16)