Luyện nghe bài hát Benz Or Beemer

{"It all started at an scene on Bankhead and Ash Street.
It's not clear if the suspect caused it; it is clear he
a and told ..... to get out of his car."}

One: Big Boi Andre

Yeah yeah it
alligator belts to patty melts I be that smoothest nigga
So hwo do you figga that don't be pullin dem triggas
The Southernplayalistic pimp is up in bitch
Man, my folkers up on that track, that wickedness
See one is for the two is for my niggaz who jack
Niggaz ain't takin that shit no mo' 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 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 this
see that we can be on top of things without causin
another nigga sorrow, I know it it ain't enough to go around
But keep on holdin on like Mob cause it's a better day tomorrow
all I can say, can't tell the future
Tomorrow's another day but today, they just might you
For ride, fuck your pride, hah better be out your seat
Quick and snappy a happy face before you bleed
Ask me, if that material is worth yo' life
I don't know about but if so you smokin pipes right

Verse 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
Gettin in my thoughts just to get shit 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 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 what you

I'm travellin up to Jersey four keys off in my trunk
And thinkin of startin the ways to get that motherfucker
See yes I be that nigga that with that sess off in my
Smokin and tokin them token blacks, wanted to test
See strong survive and the weak niggaz they die
I never fuck no white bitch, I stop 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 these thoughts, similar to the ones that in the wild
Up in the Benz is I be doin about a hundred miles
The is FUCKED UP how these niggaz be drivin drunk
Vehicular homicide with their bodies off in your
To me the cards is not belong I use strong 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 word of wisdom, for those who must be
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 from Clemson Hills thinkin about the V-12
But maybe not for long I just done seen the light
I'm packin my screwdriver so see I'm 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 him, in the middle of the MARTA parkin 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 goin down cause the folks run up
DAMN!!!

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