Luyện nghe bài hát Benz Or Beamer

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

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

See, one is for the money, two is for my niggaz who
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 up on Jeffrey's Dahmer grave, that cracker was foul

Too close for comfort, too to home
Too close to be playin' yo ass, so, hey, why you get yo' own
As long as I got legally
see that we can be on top of things without causin'

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

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

Deep in the dungeon for 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' deep in my just to get shit off my sternum

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

The world is yellin' Hoo, but in my pockets 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 thinkin' of startin' the ways to get that krunk
See, yes, I be that that with that sess off in my chest
Smokin' and tokin' token blacks that wanted to test

See strong niggaz survive and the niggaz, they die
I fuck no white bitch, I stop eatin' at pig sty
Be activatin' that Lo-Jack the Fleetwood has been stolen
Campbellton Road is open, the B I G has spoken, it's like this

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

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

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

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

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

I'm hearin' a voice in the back of my yellin' Andre stop
But do I stop, naw, I figure a come up
But now I'm goin' 'cause the folks wanna run up, damn

These days, the best way to deal a car jacker
Is to simply them what they want