Luyện nghe bài hát Benz Or Beemer

{"It all started at an scene on Bankhead and Ash Street.
It's not clear if the 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 to patty melts I be that smoothest nigga
So hwo do you figga that Atlant don't be pullin dem
The Southernplayalistic pimp is up in this
Man, my up on that track, complimentin that wickedness
See one is for the money two is for my who jack
Niggaz ain't takin that shit no mo' they got big Benz and
My gat is in my lap, so wanna be startin now?
I'm pissin up on Jeffrey's Dahmer grave cracker was foul

Too close for comfort, too close to
Too close to be playin yo ass so hey why you get yo' own
As long, as I got legally
People see that we can be on top of things without
another sorrow, I know it seems it ain't enough to go around
But keep on holdin on like Goodie Mob it's a better day tomorrow
That's all I can say, can't the future
Tomorrow's another day but today, they just might you
For your ride, fuck your pride, hah better be out seat
Quick and snappy a happy face before you bleed
Ask me, if material shit is worth yo' life
I don't know about yours but if so you pipes right

Two: Andre, Big Boi

Deep in the for these many months
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 just to get shit off my sternum
Chest/chess, I never played but made 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 yellin 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 keys off in my trunk
And thinkin of startin the ways to get that krunk
See yes I be that nigga that with that off in my chest
and tokin them token blacks, that wanted to test
See strong niggaz survive and the weak niggaz die
I never no white bitch, I stop eatin that pig sty
Be activatin that Lo-Jack the Fleetwood has been stolen
Campalton Road is open, the has spoken
Cause it's like

Verse Three: Big Boi,

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

While you sat down by the seashore 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 my screwdriver so see I'm gon' be alright
Just moving the wheel side to side like a slalom
Now I ain't got no 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 a come up
But now I'm goin cause the folks wanna run up
DAMN!!!

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