Luyện nghe bài hát Benz Or Beemer

{"It all started at an accident scene on 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."}

One: Big Boi Andre

Yeah check it
From alligator belts to patty melts I be that nigga
So hwo do you figga that Atlant don't be dem triggas
The pimp is up in this bitch
Man, my folkers up on that track, that wickedness
See one is for the money two is for my niggaz who
Niggaz ain't takin that shit no mo' they got big and Cadillac
My gat is in my lap, so whatchu be startin now?
I'm pissin up on Jeffrey's grave that cracker was foul

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

Two: Andre, Big Boi

Deep in the dungeon for these months
the Dungeon Dragon as we pass around dem blunts
Had to cut it out like Cheers, but for years I to burn em
deep in my thoughts just 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 yellin Hootie Hoo but in my pockets 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 four keys off in my
And thinkin of startin the ways to get that motherfucker
See yes I be nigga that with that sess off in my chest
Smokin and tokin them token blacks, 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 Lo-Jack cause the Fleetwood has been stolen
Campalton Road is open, the has spoken
it's like this

Verse Big Boi, Andre

I got thoughts, similar to the ones that call in the wild
Up in the Benz is where I be doin about a miles
The world is FUCKED UP how these niggaz be drunk
homicide with 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 these verses
Comin around the projects you sleep 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 thinkin about some
I was around the corner from Clemson thinkin about the V-12
But not for long because I just done seen the light
I'm packin my screwdriver so see I'm gon' be
Just moving the steering side to side like a slalom
Now I ain't got no problem I'm just breakin the steerin
I spot him, in the middle of the MARTA lot
I'm hearin a voice in the back of my head "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 deal a car jacker
is to simply them what they want."}