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 hammer and ..... to get out of his car."}

Verse Big Boi Andre

Yeah yeah it
From alligator belts to patty I be that smoothest nigga
So hwo do you figga Atlant don't be pullin dem triggas
The Southernplayalistic pimp is up in bitch
Man, my folkers up on that track, complimentin wickedness
See one is for the money two is for my niggaz who
Niggaz ain't 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 Jeffrey's Dahmer 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 legally
People see that we can be on top of without causin
another sorrow, I know it seems it ain't enough to go around
But keep on holdin on like Goodie Mob cause it's a better day
That's all I can say, 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 material shit is worth yo' life
I don't know about yours but if so you smokin pipes

Verse Andre, Big Boi

Deep in the for these many months
Amongst the Dungeon Dragon as we pass dem blunts
Had to cut it out like Cheers, but for years I used to em
Gettin deep in my just to get shit off my sternum
Chest/chess, I never but made many a moves
I blame it on session cause I can't remember the due
I guess, I feel that gettin a 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, tell em what you

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 that with that sess off in my chest
Smokin and tokin them token blacks, that to test
See strong niggaz survive and the niggaz they die
I never no white bitch, I stop eatin that pig sty
Be activatin that Lo-Jack cause the has been stolen
Campalton Road is open, the B-I-G has
it's like this

Verse Three: Big Boi,

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 UP how these niggaz be drivin drunk
Vehicular homicide their bodies off in your trunk
To me the cards is not I use that strong arm robbery
Robbin spree, look at me,
Backwards, takin you to the cha cha these verses
Comin around the make you sleep off in dem hearses
I got a word of wisdom, for who must be zest
You'll be needin a physical therapist, cause you can't with this

While you sat down by the thinkin about some seashells
I was around the corner from Clemson Hills thinkin 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 wheel side to side a slalom
Now I ain't got no problem I'm just breakin the column
I spot him, in the 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 down cause the folks wanna run up
DAMN!!!

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