Luyện nghe bài hát Gasoline

Elite alloy candy coated paint
wireless phone
Jacob with interchangeable bands and five time zones
Tryin to holla at a
Smokin on some
Sippin on super duper extra strength
A buck fifty a shot the thirteenth
hard as a rock stop by the barber shop
Shoot some craps in the then hit the block
go the elroys
They my boys
They fittin to take 'em to the
Couldn't say they ABC's
So? Shoot I can't say my ABC's backwards I'm sober
E-Figgady a different pedigree than most of suckers up in this industry
be trying to me
Trend setta, game markin decta, vendetta, big chedda, soil block

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

low on gas
Never on an tank
octane for the brain, puffin on some dank
Traffic 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 it's
I want to but I can't, the game needs me
The game would be without E-Feezy
I up every morning to a shot of liquor
A shoebox full of and some grits and turkey sausage for my liver
Sellin out the trunk of my car
And just think, I started a pickle jar
From a sixteenth of yowder to a kick of blow
To a whole of some of that YOU KNOW!

(Chorus)
[Turf Talk &
Hey, hey
Fuck rallies, gold ones mang
Sick wid it nigga you claim
My niggaz gasoline (x2)

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

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

Gasoline! (x16)