Luyện nghe bài hát Benz Or Beemer

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

Verse Big Boi Andre

Yeah check it
From alligator belts to patty melts I be that 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 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 wanna be startin now?
I'm pissin up on Jeffrey's grave that cracker was foul

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

Verse Andre, Big Boi

Deep in the dungeon for these many
Amongst the Dungeon Dragon as we around dem blunts
Had to cut it out like Cheers, but for I used to burn em
deep in my thoughts just to get shit off my sternum
Chest/chess, I never but made many a moves
I still blame it on session I can't remember the due
I guess, I that 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 up to Jersey with four keys off in my trunk
And of startin the ways to get that motherfucker krunk
See yes I be that nigga that with that sess off in my
Smokin and tokin them token blacks, wanted to test
See strong niggaz survive and the weak niggaz die
I never fuck no white bitch, I stop that pig sty
Be activatin Lo-Jack cause the Fleetwood has been stolen
Road is open, the B-I-G has spoken
Cause like this

Verse Three: Big Boi,

I got these thoughts, similar to the that call in the wild
Up in the is where I be doin about a hundred miles
The is FUCKED UP how these niggaz be drivin drunk
Vehicular homicide with bodies off in your trunk
To me the cards is not belong I use strong arm robbery
Robbin spree, at me, W-M-B
Backwards, takin you to the cha cha with these
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 can't with this

While you sat down by the seashore about some seashells
I was around the corner from Clemson thinkin about the V-12
But maybe not for long because I just done seen the
I'm packin my screwdriver so see I'm gon' be
Just moving the steering wheel side to side a slalom
Now I ain't got no problem I'm just breakin the steerin
I spot him, in the of the MARTA parkin lot
I'm hearin a voice in the back of my yellin "Andre stop!"
But do I stop, naw I it's a come up
But now I'm down cause the folks wanna run up
DAMN!!!

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