Luyện nghe bài hát Benz Or Beemer

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

Verse One: Big Boi

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

Too close for comfort, too close to
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 without causin
another sorrow, I know it seems it ain't enough to go around
But keep on holdin on like Goodie Mob it's a better day tomorrow
all I can say, can't tell the future
Tomorrow's another day but today, they might shoot you
For your ride, fuck your pride, hah better be out your
Quick and snappy with a face before you bleed
Ask me, if that material shit is yo' life
I don't know about yours but if so you smokin right

Two: Andre, Big Boi

Deep in the dungeon for these months
Amongst the Dungeon as we pass around dem blunts
Had to cut it out like Cheers, but for years I used to em
Gettin deep in my thoughts just to get shit off my
Chest/chess, I never but made many a moves
I still blame it on session I can't remember the due
I guess, I feel gettin a Benz is out of the question
The world is yellin 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 keys off in my
And thinkin of startin the ways to get that 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 they die
I fuck no white bitch, I stop eatin that pig sty
Be activatin that Lo-Jack cause the Fleetwood has been
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 call in the wild
Up in the Benz is where I be doin about a miles
The world is FUCKED UP how niggaz be drivin drunk
Vehicular homicide their bodies off in your trunk
To me the is not belong I use that strong arm robbery
spree, look at me, W-M-B
Backwards, takin you to the cha cha these verses
Comin the projects make you sleep off in dem hearses
I got a of wisdom, for those who must be zest
You'll be needin a physical therapist, cause you fuck with this

While you sat down by the seashore thinkin some seashells
I was around the corner from Clemson Hills thinkin the V-12
But not for long because I just 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 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 give them what want."}