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 it; it is clear he wielded
a and told ..... to get out of his car."}

Verse Big Boi Andre

Yeah check it
From alligator to patty melts I be that smoothest nigga
So hwo do you figga that Atlant don't be dem triggas
The Southernplayalistic pimp is up in this
Man, my folkers up on that track, complimentin 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 wanna be startin now?
I'm pissin up on Dahmer grave that cracker was foul

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 this
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 Mob cause it's a better day tomorrow
all I can say, can't tell the future
Tomorrow's another day but today, they just shoot you
For your ride, fuck your pride, hah better be out seat
Quick and snappy with a face before you bleed
Ask me, if that material shit is worth yo'
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 around dem
Had to cut it out like Cheers, but for years I used to 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 session cause I remember the due
I guess, I feel that gettin a Benz is out of the
The world is 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 you toke

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

Three: Big Boi, Andre

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

While you sat down by the seashore about some seashells
I was around the corner from Clemson Hills thinkin about the
But not for long because I just done seen the light
I'm packin my screwdriver so see I'm gon' be
Just moving the steering wheel side to side like a
Now I ain't got no problem I'm just breakin the steerin
I him, in the middle of the MARTA parkin 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 down cause the folks wanna run up
DAMN!!!

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