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 clear he
a and told ..... to get out of his car."}

Verse Big Boi Andre

yeah check it
From alligator belts to 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 two is for my niggaz who jack
Niggaz takin that shit no mo' they got big Benz and Cadillac
My gat is in my lap, so whatchu wanna be now?
I'm pissin up on Jeffrey's grave that cracker was foul

Too for comfort, too close to home
Too to be playin 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 to go around
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 happy face before you
Ask me, if that shit 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 many months
Amongst the Dragon as we pass around dem blunts
Had to cut it out like Cheers, but for I used to burn em
Gettin deep in my thoughts to get shit off my sternum
Chest/chess, I never played but made a moves
I still blame it on session I can't remember the due
I guess, I feel gettin a Benz is out of the question
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, em what you toke

I'm up to Jersey with four keys off in my trunk
And thinkin of the ways to get that motherfucker krunk
See yes I be that nigga that with sess off in my chest
Smokin and tokin them 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 B-I-G has
Cause it's this

Three: Big Boi, Andre

I got thoughts, similar to the ones that call in the wild
Up in the Benz is where I be doin a hundred miles
The world is FUCKED UP how niggaz be drivin drunk
Vehicular homicide with their bodies off in trunk
To me the cards is not belong I use that arm robbery
spree, look at me, W-M-B
Backwards, takin you to the cha cha with verses
Comin around the make you sleep 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 by the seashore thinkin about some seashells
I was the corner from Clemson Hills thinkin about the V-12
But maybe not for long I just done seen the light
I'm my screwdriver so see I'm gon' be alright
Just moving the steering wheel side to side like a
Now I ain't got no problem I'm breakin the steerin column
I spot him, in the of the MARTA parkin lot
I'm hearin a voice in the back of my head "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 with a car jacker
is to simply give them they want."}