Luyện nghe bài hát Benz Or Beemer

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

Verse Big Boi Andre

yeah check it
From alligator belts to patty melts I be that 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, that wickedness
See one is for the money two is for my niggaz who
Niggaz takin that shit 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 to home
Too to be playin yo ass so hey why don't you get yo' own
As long, as I got legally
People see we can be on top of things without causin
another nigga sorrow, I know it seems it enough to go around
But keep on holdin on like Mob cause it's a better day tomorrow
That's all I can say, can't tell the
Tomorrow's another day but today, just might shoot you
For your ride, fuck your pride, hah better be out seat
Quick and snappy a happy face before you bleed
Ask me, if that material shit is yo' life
I don't know about yours but if so you smokin right

Verse Andre, Big Boi

Deep in the dungeon for these months
Amongst the Dungeon Dragon as we around dem blunts
Had to cut it out like Cheers, but for years I to burn em
Gettin in my thoughts just to get shit off my sternum
Chest/chess, I never but made many a moves
I still blame it on 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 pockets 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 with four keys off in my
And thinkin of the ways to get that motherfucker krunk
See yes I be that nigga that that sess off in my chest
Smokin and them token blacks, that wanted to test
See strong niggaz survive and the niggaz they die
I never fuck no white bitch, I eatin that pig sty
Be activatin Lo-Jack cause the Fleetwood has been stolen
Campalton Road is open, the has spoken
Cause like this

Three: Big Boi, Andre

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

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

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