Luyện nghe bài hát Benz Or Beemer

{"It all started at an scene on Bankhead and Ash Street.
not clear if the suspect caused it; it is clear he wielded
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 that Atlant 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 startin
I'm pissin up on Dahmer 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 this
People see that we can be on top of things causin
another nigga sorrow, I know it seems it ain't enough to go
But keep on holdin on like Goodie Mob cause it's a day tomorrow
That's all I can say, tell the future
another day but today, they just might shoot you
For your ride, fuck your pride, hah be out your seat
Quick and snappy with a happy face before you
Ask me, if that shit 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
Amongst the Dungeon Dragon as we pass 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 played but made many a
I still blame it on cause 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 travellin up to Jersey with four keys off in my
And thinkin of startin the ways to get that motherfucker
See yes I be that nigga that with sess off in my chest
and tokin them token blacks, that wanted to test
See strong niggaz survive and the weak they die
I never no white bitch, I stop eatin that pig sty
Be activatin that Lo-Jack cause the has been stolen
Road is open, the B-I-G 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 a hundred miles
The world is FUCKED UP how these niggaz be drunk
Vehicular homicide with their bodies off in trunk
To me the cards is not belong I use that strong arm
Robbin spree, look at me,
Backwards, you to the cha cha with these verses
Comin around the projects make you off in dem hearses
I got a word of wisdom, for who must be zest
You'll be needin a physical therapist, you can't fuck with this

While you sat down by the thinkin about some seashells
I was around the corner from Hills thinkin about the V-12
But maybe not for long because I just done the light
I'm packin my screwdriver so see I'm be alright
Just moving the steering wheel side to 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 in the back of my head yellin "Andre stop!"
But do I stop, naw I figure it's a up
But now I'm goin cause the folks wanna run up
DAMN!!!

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