Luyện nghe bài hát Benz Or Beamer

It all started at an accident scene on and Ashby
It's not clear if the suspect it, it is clear he wielded
A hammer and to get out of his car

Yeah, yeah, it
From alligator belts to patty melts, I be that nigga
So how do you figga that don't be pullin' dem triggas
The Southern pimp is up in this, bitch
Man, my up on that track, complimentin' that wickedness

See, one is for the money, two is for my who jack
Niggaz ain't takin' that no mo', they got big Benz and Cadillac
My gat is in my lap, so whatchu wanna be startin'
I'm pissin' up on Dahmer grave, that cracker was foul

Too close for comfort, too close to
Too close to be yo ass, so, hey, why don't you get yo' own
As as I got this legally
People see that we can be on top of things causin'

Another nigga sorrow, I know it it ain't enough to go around
But keep on on like Goodie Mob 'cause it's a better day tomorrow
all I can say, can't tell the future
Tomorrow's another day but today, just might shoot you

For your ride, fuck pride, hah, better be out your seat
and snappy with a happy face before you bleed
Ask me if that shit is worth yo' life
I don't know yours but if so you smokin' pipes right

Deep in the for these many months
the Dungeon Dragon as we pass, around dem blunts
Had to cut it out like shears, but for years I used to 'em
Gettin' in my thoughts just to get shit off my sternum

Chess, I played but made many a moves
I blame it on session 'cause I can't remember the due
I guess, I feel that gettin' a Benz is out of the

The world is yellin' Hootie Hoo, but in my nuthin'
But gum and lint, to sum the shit, of I'm
Nothin' but hope, so Big Boi, em what you toke

I'm travelin' up to with four keys off in my trunk
And of startin' the ways to get that motherfucker krunk
See, yes, I be that nigga that that sess off in my chest
Smokin' and tokin' them token blacks wanted to test

See niggaz survive and the weak niggaz, they die
I never fuck no bitch, I stop eatin' at pig sty
Be activatin' that 'cause the Fleetwood has been stolen
Campbellton Road is open, the B I G has spoken, it's like this

I got these thoughts, to the ones in call of the wild
Up in the Benz is where I be doin' about a hundred
The is fucked up, how these niggaz be drivin' drunk
Vehicular with their bodies off in your trunk

To me the is not belong, I use that strong arm robbery
Robbin' spree, at me, W M B
Backwards, you to the cha cha with these verses

Comin' around the projects make you sleep off in dem
I got a of wisdom for those who must resist
be needin' a physical therapist 'cause you can't fuck with this

While you sat down by the thinkin' about some seashells
I was around the corner from Pleasant thinkin' about the V-12
But not for long because I just done seen the light
I'm my screwdriver so see I'm gon' be alright

Just moving the steering wheel side to like a slalom
Now I ain't got no problem, I'm just the steerin' column
I spot him in the middle of the Marta lot

I'm hearin' a voice in the of my head yellin' Andre stop
But do I stop, naw, I it's a come up
But now I'm goin' down 'cause the folks run up, damn

These days, the best way to deal with a car
Is to give them what they want