Luyện nghe bài hát Benz Or Beemer

{"It all started at an accident scene on 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 check it
From alligator belts to melts I be that smoothest nigga
So hwo do you figga that Atlant 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 money two is for my who jack
Niggaz takin that shit no mo' they got big Benz and Cadillac
My gat is in my lap, so whatchu wanna be startin
I'm up on Jeffrey's Dahmer grave that cracker was foul

Too for comfort, too close to home
Too close to be playin yo ass so hey why you get yo' own
As long, as I got legally
People see that we can be on top of things without
another nigga sorrow, I know it seems it ain't 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 day but today, they just might shoot you
For your ride, fuck your pride, hah better be out seat
Quick and snappy with a face before you bleed
Ask me, if material shit is worth yo' life
I don't know about yours but if so you smokin pipes

Two: Andre, Big Boi

Deep in the dungeon for these many
Amongst the Dungeon Dragon as we pass dem blunts
Had to cut it out like Cheers, but for years I to burn em
Gettin deep in my thoughts just to get shit off my
Chest/chess, I never played but many a moves
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 Hootie Hoo but in my pockets but
gum and lint, to sum the shit, of I'm
Nothin but hope, so Big Boi, em what you toke

I'm travellin up to Jersey four keys off in my trunk
And thinkin of startin the to get that motherfucker krunk
See yes I be that nigga that with that off in my chest
and tokin them token blacks, that wanted to test
See strong niggaz survive and the niggaz they die
I never no white bitch, I stop eatin that pig sty
Be activatin that cause the Fleetwood has been stolen
Road is open, the B-I-G has spoken
Cause it's this

Three: Big Boi, Andre

I got these thoughts, similar to the ones that call in the
Up in the Benz is I be doin about a hundred miles
The world is FUCKED UP how these be drivin drunk
Vehicular homicide with their bodies off in your
To me the cards is not belong I use that arm robbery
Robbin spree, look at me,
Backwards, takin you to the cha cha these verses
Comin around the projects 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 by the seashore thinkin about some seashells
I was around the corner from Hills thinkin about the V-12
But maybe not for long because I done seen the light
I'm packin my screwdriver so see I'm gon' be
moving the steering wheel side to side like a slalom
Now I ain't got no I'm just breakin the steerin column
I spot him, in the of the MARTA parkin lot
I'm hearin a voice in the 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 with a car jacker
is to simply give what they want."}