Luyện nghe bài hát Benz Or Beemer

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

One: Big Boi Andre

Yeah yeah 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 that track, complimentin that
See one is for the two is for my niggaz who jack
Niggaz ain't takin that shit no mo' they got big and Cadillac
My gat is in my lap, so whatchu 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 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 things causin
another nigga sorrow, I know it seems it 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 day but today, they just might shoot you
For your ride, fuck your pride, hah better be out seat
Quick and snappy with a happy face you bleed
Ask me, if that material shit is yo' life
I don't know about yours but if so you pipes right

Verse Andre, Big Boi

Deep in the dungeon for many months
Amongst the Dungeon Dragon as we pass around dem
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 many a moves
I still blame it on session cause I can't the due
I guess, I feel that gettin a 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, tell em you toke

I'm travellin up to Jersey with four off in my trunk
And thinkin of startin the ways to get that motherfucker
See yes I be that nigga that with that sess off in my
Smokin and tokin token blacks, that wanted to test
See strong niggaz survive and the weak niggaz die
I never fuck no white bitch, I stop eatin pig sty
Be activatin that Lo-Jack the Fleetwood has been stolen
Campalton Road is open, the B-I-G has
it's like this

Verse Big Boi, Andre

I got thoughts, similar to the ones that call in the wild
Up in the Benz is where I be doin about a hundred
The world is FUCKED UP how these be drivin drunk
Vehicular homicide their bodies off in your trunk
To me the cards is not belong I use that arm robbery
spree, look at me, W-M-B
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
be needin a physical therapist, cause you can't fuck with this

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