Luyện nghe bài hát Benz Or Beemer

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

Verse Big Boi Andre

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

Too for comfort, too close 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 we can be on top of things without causin
another nigga sorrow, I know it it ain't enough to go around
But keep on holdin on like 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, fuck your pride, hah better be out your
Quick and snappy with a happy before you bleed
Ask me, if that material shit is worth yo'
I know about yours but if so you smokin pipes right

Two: Andre, Big Boi

Deep in the dungeon for these months
the Dungeon Dragon as we pass around dem blunts
Had to cut it out like Cheers, but for I used to burn em
Gettin deep in my just 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 that a Benz is out of the question
The is yellin Hootie Hoo but in my pockets nuthin but
gum and lint, to sum the shit, of I'm
but hope, so Big Boi, tell em what you toke

I'm travellin up to Jersey with four keys off in my
And of startin the ways to get that motherfucker krunk
See yes I be that that with that 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 fuck no white bitch, I stop eatin pig sty
Be activatin that cause the Fleetwood has been stolen
Campalton Road is open, the has spoken
Cause it's this

Verse Big Boi, Andre

I got these thoughts, to the ones that call in the wild
Up in the Benz is I be doin about 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 arm robbery
spree, look at me, W-M-B
Backwards, takin you to the cha cha these verses
Comin the projects make you sleep off in dem hearses
I got a of wisdom, for those who must be zest
You'll be a physical therapist, cause you can't fuck with this

While you sat down by the seashore thinkin about some
I was the corner from Clemson 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
Just moving the wheel side to side like a slalom
Now I got no problem I'm just breakin the steerin column
I spot him, in the middle of the MARTA lot
I'm hearin a voice in the back of my 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 give them what they want."}