Luyện nghe bài hát Benz Or Beemer

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

Verse One: Big Boi

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

Too close for comfort, too close to
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 things without
another sorrow, I know it seems it ain't enough to go around
But on holdin on like Goodie 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 your ride, fuck your pride, hah better be out seat
and snappy with a happy face before you bleed
Ask me, if that material shit is worth yo'
I don't know yours but if so you smokin pipes right

Verse Andre, Big Boi

Deep in the dungeon for many 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 deep in my thoughts to get shit off my sternum
Chest/chess, I played but made many a moves
I still blame it on session cause I 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 up to Jersey with four keys off in my trunk
And thinkin of the ways to get that motherfucker krunk
See yes I be that nigga that with sess off in my chest
Smokin and tokin token blacks, that wanted to test
See strong niggaz survive and the weak they die
I never fuck no white bitch, I stop eatin pig sty
Be activatin that Lo-Jack cause the has been stolen
Campalton is open, the B-I-G has spoken
Cause it's like

Verse Three: Big Boi,

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 niggaz be drivin drunk
Vehicular homicide with their bodies off in trunk
To me the is not belong I use that strong arm robbery
Robbin spree, look at me,
Backwards, takin you to the cha cha with verses
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 physical therapist, cause you can't fuck this

While you sat down by the thinkin about some seashells
I was around the corner from Clemson Hills about the V-12
But maybe not for long I just done seen the light
I'm packin my screwdriver so see I'm gon' be
Just the steering wheel side to side like a slalom
Now I ain't got no problem I'm just the steerin column
I spot him, in the of the MARTA parkin lot
I'm hearin a 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 way to deal with a car jacker
is to simply give what they want."}