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."}

Verse One: Big Boi

Yeah yeah 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 up on that track, complimentin that wickedness
See one is for the two is for my niggaz who jack
Niggaz ain't takin that shit no mo' they got big and Cadillac
My gat is in my lap, so whatchu be startin now?
I'm pissin up on Jeffrey's Dahmer grave that was foul

Too for comfort, too close to home
Too close to be playin yo ass so hey why you get yo' own
As long, as I got this
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 holdin on like Goodie Mob cause it's a day tomorrow
That's all I can say, tell the future
another day but today, they just might shoot you
For your ride, fuck your pride, hah be out your seat
Quick and snappy a happy face before you bleed
Ask me, if that shit is worth yo' life
I don't know about yours but if so you smokin right

Verse Andre, Big Boi

Deep in the for these many months
Amongst the Dragon as we pass around dem blunts
Had to cut it out like Cheers, but for years I to burn em
Gettin deep in my thoughts to get shit off my sternum
Chest/chess, I never played but many a moves
I still blame it on cause I can't remember the due
I guess, I feel gettin a Benz is out of the question
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 travellin up to Jersey four keys off in my trunk
And of startin the ways to get that 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 fuck no white bitch, I stop eatin that pig sty
Be activatin that cause the Fleetwood has been stolen
Campalton Road is open, the B-I-G has
Cause it's like

Verse Three: Big Boi,

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

While you sat by the seashore thinkin about some seashells
I was around the corner from Hills thinkin about the V-12
But maybe not for long because I just done seen the
I'm packin my screwdriver so see I'm be alright
Just moving the steering side to side like a slalom
Now I ain't got no problem I'm breakin the steerin column
I him, in the middle of the MARTA parkin 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 with a car
is to simply give what they want."}