Luyện nghe bài hát Benz Or Beemer

{"It all started at an accident scene on 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
alligator belts 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 bitch
Man, my folkers up on track, complimentin that wickedness
See one is for the two is for my niggaz who jack
Niggaz ain't takin 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 Dahmer grave that 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 that we can be on top of things without
another nigga sorrow, I know it 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 shoot you
For your ride, fuck your pride, hah better be out your
and snappy with a happy face before you bleed
Ask me, if that shit is worth yo' life
I don't about yours but if so you smokin pipes right

Verse Andre, Big Boi

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

I'm travellin up to Jersey with four off in my trunk
And thinkin of startin the ways to get that motherfucker
See yes I be that that with that sess off in my chest
Smokin and them token blacks, that wanted to test
See strong niggaz survive and the weak they die
I never no white bitch, I stop eatin that pig sty
Be activatin that cause the Fleetwood has been stolen
Road is open, the B-I-G has spoken
Cause it's like

Verse Big Boi, Andre

I got these thoughts, to the ones that call in the wild
Up in the Benz is I be doin about 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 belong I use that arm robbery
Robbin spree, look at me,
Backwards, takin you to the cha cha with verses
Comin around the projects make you off in dem hearses
I got a of wisdom, for those who must be zest
You'll be a physical therapist, cause you can't fuck with this

While you sat down by the seashore about some seashells
I was around the corner Clemson Hills thinkin about the V-12
But maybe not for long because I just done the light
I'm packin my so see I'm gon' be alright
Just moving the steering wheel to side like a slalom
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 voice in the 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 them what they want."}