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 caused it; it is clear he
a hammer and ..... to get out of his car."}

Verse One: Big Boi

yeah check it
From alligator belts to patty melts I be that smoothest
So hwo do you figga Atlant don't be pullin dem triggas
The Southernplayalistic is up in this bitch
Man, my folkers up on track, complimentin that wickedness
See one is for the money two is for my niggaz who
Niggaz ain't takin that shit no mo' they got big and Cadillac
My gat is in my lap, so wanna be startin now?
I'm pissin up on Jeffrey's Dahmer grave that 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 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
That's all I can say, can't the future
Tomorrow's day but today, they just might shoot you
For your ride, fuck your pride, hah better be out your
Quick and snappy with a face before you bleed
Ask me, if that material is worth yo' life
I don't know yours but if so you smokin pipes right

Two: 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 I used to burn em
Gettin deep in my thoughts just to get 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 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 with four keys off in my trunk
And thinkin of startin the ways to get motherfucker krunk
See yes I be that nigga that that sess off in my chest
Smokin and tokin them token blacks, that to test
See strong niggaz survive and the niggaz they die
I never fuck no white bitch, I eatin that pig sty
Be activatin that Lo-Jack cause the has been stolen
Campalton Road is open, the B-I-G has
it's like this

Verse Big Boi, Andre

I got these thoughts, similar to the ones that in the wild
Up in the Benz is where I be doin about a hundred
The world is UP how these niggaz be drivin drunk
Vehicular homicide their bodies off in your trunk
To me the cards is not I use that strong arm robbery
Robbin spree, at me, W-M-B
Backwards, takin you to the cha cha with these
Comin around the projects you sleep off in dem hearses
I got a word of wisdom, for who must be zest
You'll be 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 Clemson Hills 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
Just moving the steering wheel side to side 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 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 down the folks wanna run up
DAMN!!!

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