Luyện nghe bài hát F.A.S.T. Ride

(Intro)
(You know my Critter said,
"You look like you shot at and missed
at and hit"

(Hook)
On that ass,
Bumpin this funky-ass shit to to
Yeah, and I be bumpin this shit to ride to
Yeah, on ass, bitch
And I be bumpin this shit to ride to
Muzik, bumpin this funky-ass shit to ride to

(Verse 1)
Mello can in my hand,
hawk, what?
Country dont talk much
They just get to work:
Chainsaw, axe, knife, cut firewood, burn, logs,
bag by the bricks: call me the fly, Im on some shit
Drum this out two sticks
Soup a high school for new kicks
Zoom, raps make jealous from a tomb
Knock if you feel it
Born to rip, I been
by the rings like a Mead notebook
Squares an artery blocked when Im around
Circulated, nerds are in, made it
Ill Urkel, take his lunch money
they run from me, drunk and upset
But I dont run clumsy, punch a
A one, two, three: Im at the Chelsea
Like Sid & with the knife, and two grams of candy
me the dizzies, fee, fee, fuck me
Please oh please dont
Just give me the keys and crank beat
Cause I might up and straight dry heave
But believe, oh believe Im cold, Imma this beat
Freon, frickin neon, thats me glowing in a snowstorm
Look here, we in streets like a pair of Nikes
Well, I might be more a pair of nice jeans, cause Im

(Hook)
On that ass,
Bumpin this shit to ride to
Yeah, and I be bumpin this shit to ride to
Yeah, on that ass,
And I be this funky-ass shit to ride to
Trunk Muzik, this funky-ass shit to ride to

(Verse 2)
So whats
Been on shit, wheres the atlas?
it, South Cackalack it, Alabama has it, go
Relax in a box train, perhaps Im playin Relapse
Boss, saw the gem in him
Oh, me? Yeah, who
toss the white trash out the window
Now Im in a like broken pencils
Empty bottles and rentals
one is for all my kinfolk
Yeah, bring em in,
Out the rain, whats a friend
Word, oh for sure, truly, at the door
Had to add a syllable to that
Country, but, oh, of
go berserk for certainly, no need to be coerced
Odd economy, dont need no nine-nine-nine-nine-nine and I
Just the na, na, na, na, hey, hey, hey, goodbye, and hey, roll
These hoes are no good, pills are
I just get high, fuck what you say
Wild, the pen-play kind of like a samurai
With a big bitch, bow to
bitch, its pay your rent day
Do I not like my name was MJ
One glove and a fuckin pair of loafers
And I moonwalk on the tempo like Jean is not my friend, no

(Hook)
On that ass,
Bumpin this funky-ass to ride to
Yeah, and I be bumpin this funky-ass to ride to
Yeah, on that ass,
And I be bumpin this shit to ride to
Trunk Muzik, bumpin this shit to ride to

(Outro)
yeah
Bumpin this shit to ride to
On that ass,
this funky-ass shit to ride to
On ass, ho
Bumpin this shit to ride to
Yeah, Im on my now
Yeah, Im on my now
Yeah, Im on my now
Yeah, Im on my now
Yeah, Im on my now
Yeah, Im on my now
Lets go, go, lets go
Lets go, lets go, go
Lets go, go
Yeah, Im on my now
Im on my now
Im on my now
Im on my now
Im on my
Yeah, Im on my now
Im on my now
go!