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

Verse Big Boi Andre

Yeah check it
From alligator belts to patty melts I be 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 that track, complimentin that
See one is for the money two is for my who jack
Niggaz ain't takin that 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 close for comfort, too to home
Too close to be playin yo ass so hey why you get yo' own
As long, as I got this
People see that we can be on top of things causin
another nigga sorrow, I know it seems it ain't enough to go
But keep on holdin on like Goodie Mob it's a better day tomorrow
That's all I can say, can't tell the
Tomorrow's day but today, they just might shoot you
For your ride, fuck pride, hah better be out your seat
Quick and snappy with a happy face you bleed
Ask me, if that material shit is yo' life
I don't know about yours but if so you pipes right

Verse Andre, Big Boi

in the dungeon for these many months
Amongst the Dungeon Dragon as we around dem blunts
Had to cut it out Cheers, but for years I used to burn em
Gettin deep in my thoughts to get shit off my sternum
Chest/chess, I played but made many a moves
I still blame it on cause I can't remember 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 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 that sess off in my chest
Smokin and tokin them blacks, that wanted to test
See strong niggaz survive and the weak niggaz die
I never fuck no white bitch, I stop eatin pig sty
Be activatin Lo-Jack 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, similar to the ones call in the wild
Up in the Benz is where I be doin about a miles
The is FUCKED UP how these niggaz be drivin drunk
Vehicular homicide their bodies off in your trunk
To me the is not belong I use that strong arm robbery
Robbin spree, look at me,
Backwards, you to the cha cha with these verses
Comin the projects make you sleep off in dem hearses
I got a word of wisdom, for who must be zest
You'll be needin a therapist, cause you can't fuck with this

While you sat down by the seashore thinkin about some
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 so see I'm gon' be alright
Just moving the steering wheel to side like a slalom
Now I ain't got no problem I'm just breakin the column
I spot him, in the middle of the MARTA lot
I'm hearin a voice in the 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 best way to with a car jacker
is to simply give them what want."}