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 Big Boi Andre

yeah check it
From alligator belts to patty I be that smoothest nigga
So hwo do you figga that Atlant 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 who jack
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 pissin up on Jeffrey's Dahmer grave 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 we can be on top of things without causin
another nigga sorrow, I know it seems it enough to go around
But keep on holdin on like Goodie Mob cause it's a day tomorrow
That's all I can say, tell the future
Tomorrow's another day but today, they just might you
For your ride, fuck your pride, hah be out your seat
Quick and with a happy face before you bleed
Ask me, if that shit is worth yo' life
I don't know about but if so you smokin pipes right

Two: Andre, Big Boi

Deep in the dungeon for many months
Amongst the Dungeon Dragon as we pass dem blunts
Had to cut it out like Cheers, but for years I used to em
Gettin in my thoughts just to get shit off my sternum
Chest/chess, I never but made many a moves
I still blame it on session I can't remember the due
I guess, I feel that gettin a 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
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 with sess off in my chest
Smokin and tokin them token blacks, that to test
See strong survive and the weak niggaz they die
I never fuck no white bitch, I stop that pig sty
Be activatin that Lo-Jack cause the has been stolen
Road is open, the B-I-G has spoken
Cause it's this

Three: Big Boi, Andre

I got thoughts, similar to the ones that call in the wild
Up in the Benz is I be doin about a hundred miles
The is FUCKED UP how these niggaz be drivin drunk
Vehicular homicide with bodies off in your trunk
To me the cards is not belong I use that strong arm
Robbin spree, at me, W-M-B
Backwards, you to the cha cha with these verses
Comin around the projects you sleep off in dem hearses
I got a word of wisdom, for those who be zest
You'll be needin a physical therapist, cause you can't fuck with

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

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