Luyện nghe bài hát Benz Or Beemer

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

Verse One: Big Boi

Yeah check 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 bitch
Man, my folkers up on that track, complimentin that
See one is for the money two is for my who jack
ain't takin that shit no mo' they got big Benz and Cadillac
My gat is in my lap, so wanna 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 legally
People see that we can be on top of without causin
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 tell the
Tomorrow's day but today, they just might shoot you
For your ride, your pride, hah better be out your seat
Quick and snappy with a face before you bleed
Ask me, if that material shit is worth yo'
I know about yours but if so you smokin pipes right

Verse Andre, Big Boi

Deep in the for these many months
Amongst the Dragon as we pass around dem blunts
Had to cut it out Cheers, but for years 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 can't 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
but hope, so Big Boi, tell em what you toke

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

Verse Three: Big Boi,

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 with their bodies off in your trunk
To me the cards is not belong I use strong arm robbery
Robbin spree, at me, W-M-B
Backwards, takin you to the cha cha with these
Comin around the projects make you sleep off in dem
I got a word of wisdom, for who must be zest
You'll be needin a physical therapist, cause you fuck with this

While you sat down by the seashore thinkin about seashells
I was around the corner from Clemson thinkin about the V-12
But maybe not for long because I just done seen the
I'm packin my so see I'm gon' be alright
Just moving the steering wheel to side like a slalom
Now I ain't got no problem I'm just the steerin column
I spot him, in the middle of the parkin lot
I'm hearin a in the back of my head yellin "Andre stop!"
But do I stop, naw I figure a come up
But now I'm goin down the folks wanna run up
DAMN!!!

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