Luyện nghe bài hát Benz Or Beemer

{"It all at an accident scene on Bankhead and Ash Street.
It's not clear if the suspect caused it; it is he wielded
a and told ..... to get out of his car."}

One: Big Boi Andre

Yeah check it
alligator belts to patty melts I be that smoothest nigga
So hwo do you that Atlant don't be pullin dem triggas
The Southernplayalistic pimp is up in bitch
Man, my folkers up on track, complimentin that wickedness
See one is for the money two is for my niggaz who
ain't takin that shit no mo' they got big Benz and Cadillac
My gat is in my lap, so whatchu be startin now?
I'm pissin up on Jeffrey's Dahmer grave that cracker was

Too for comfort, too close to home
Too close to be yo ass so hey why don't you get yo' own
As long, as I got legally
People see that we can be on top of things 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, tell the future
Tomorrow's another day but today, they might shoot you
For ride, fuck your pride, hah better be out your seat
Quick and snappy a happy face before you bleed
Ask me, if that material is worth yo' life
I don't about yours but if so you smokin pipes right

Two: Andre, Big Boi

Deep in the dungeon for these many
Amongst the Dungeon Dragon as we pass dem blunts
Had to cut it out Cheers, but for years I used to burn em
Gettin deep in my thoughts just to get off my sternum
Chest/chess, I never played but many a moves
I still blame it on session I can't remember the due
I guess, I feel that a Benz is out of the question
The is yellin Hootie Hoo but in my pockets nuthin but
gum and lint, to sum the shit, of I'm
Nothin but hope, so Big Boi, tell em what you

I'm up to Jersey with four keys off in my trunk
And thinkin of startin the ways to get motherfucker krunk
See yes I be that nigga that with that sess off in my
Smokin and tokin token blacks, that wanted to test
See strong niggaz survive and the weak they die
I never fuck no bitch, I stop eatin that pig sty
Be activatin that cause the Fleetwood has been stolen
Campalton is open, the B-I-G has spoken
it's like this

Verse Big Boi, Andre

I got these thoughts, similar to the ones that in the wild
Up in the Benz is where I be doin a hundred miles
The world is UP how these niggaz be drivin drunk
Vehicular homicide with their bodies off in trunk
To me the cards is not belong I use that strong arm
Robbin spree, at me, W-M-B
Backwards, you to the cha cha with these verses
Comin around the projects make you off in dem hearses
I got a word of wisdom, for who must be zest
You'll be needin a therapist, cause you can't fuck with this

you sat down by the seashore thinkin about some seashells
I was around the from Clemson Hills thinkin about the V-12
But maybe not for because I just done seen the light
I'm my screwdriver so see I'm gon' be alright
Just moving the wheel side to side like a slalom
Now I ain't got no I'm just breakin the steerin column
I spot him, in the middle of the MARTA lot
I'm hearin a in the back of my head yellin "Andre stop!"
But do I stop, naw I it's a come up
But now I'm goin down the folks wanna run up
DAMN!!!

{"These days, the best way to deal with a car
is to give them what they want."}