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
From alligator belts to patty melts I be that smoothest
So hwo do you figga that Atlant don't be pullin dem
The Southernplayalistic pimp is up in bitch
Man, my up on that track, complimentin 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 Benz and
My gat is in my lap, so whatchu wanna be now?
I'm pissin up on Dahmer grave that cracker 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
People see that we can be on top of things causin
another nigga sorrow, I it seems it ain't enough to go around
But keep on holdin on Goodie Mob cause it's a better day tomorrow
all I can say, can't tell the future
Tomorrow's another day but today, just might shoot you
For your ride, your pride, hah better be out your seat
Quick and snappy with a happy face you bleed
Ask me, if material shit is worth yo' life
I don't know yours but if so you smokin pipes right

Verse Andre, Big Boi

Deep in the dungeon for many months
Amongst the Dungeon Dragon as we pass 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 never played but made a moves
I still blame it on cause I can't remember the due
I guess, I feel that gettin a Benz is out of the
The world is yellin Hootie Hoo but in my pockets but
gum and lint, to sum the shit, of I'm
but hope, so Big Boi, tell em what you toke

I'm travellin up to with four keys off in my trunk
And thinkin of startin the ways to get motherfucker krunk
See yes I be nigga that with that sess off in my chest
Smokin and tokin them token blacks, that 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
Cause it's this

Verse Big Boi, Andre

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

While you sat down by the seashore thinkin about seashells
I was the corner from Clemson Hills thinkin about the V-12
But maybe not for because I just done seen the light
I'm packin my screwdriver so see I'm be alright
Just moving the steering wheel side to side like a
Now I ain't got no problem I'm breakin the steerin column
I spot him, in the of the MARTA parkin lot
I'm a voice in the back of my head yellin "Andre stop!"
But do I stop, naw I figure it's a 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 give them what want."}