Luyện nghe bài hát F.A.S.T. Ride

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

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

(Verse 1)
Mello can in my hand,
Mullet hawk,
Country folks dont much
They just get to sawdust
Chainsaw, axe, knife, cut firewood, burn, logs,
Sleepin bag by the bricks: me the fly, Im on some shit
Drum this out with two
a high school Coupe for new kicks
Zoom, raps mummies jealous from a tomb
twice if you feel it
Born to rip, I been
by the rings like a Mead notebook
Squares want an artery blocked when Im
Circulated, nerds are in, Urkel it
Ill slap Urkel, take his lunch
they run from me, drunk and upset
But I dont run clumsy, punch a
A one, two, three: Im at the Hotel
Sid & Nancy with the knife, and two grams of candy
Give me the dizzies, fee, fee, me
Please oh please leave
Just give me the and crank that beat
Cause I might double up and straight dry
But believe, oh believe Im cold, Imma freeze beat
Freon, frickin neon, thats me glowing in a snowstorm
Look here, we in these like a pair of Nikes
Well, I might be more like a pair of nice jeans, Im

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

(Verse 2)
So new?
Been on shit, wheres the atlas?
Thumbtack it, South Cackalack it, has it, go
Relax in a 1985 box train, Im playin Relapse
Boss, saw the gem in him
Oh, me? Yeah, who
Just toss the white out the window
Now Im in a ditch 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
Bitches go for certainly, no need to be coerced
Odd economy, dont no nine-nine-nine-nine-nine and I know
Just the na, na, na, na, hey, hey, hey, goodbye, and hey, roll
hoes are no good, pills are okay
I wanna get high, fuck what you say
Wild, the pen-play kind of like a samurai
With a big bitch, bow to
Motherfuckin bitch, its pay your day
Do I not look my name was MJ
One glove and a fuckin pair of loafers
And I on the tempo like Billy Jean is not my friend, no

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

(Outro)
Yeah
this funky-ass shit to ride to
On that ass,
this funky-ass shit to ride to
On ass, ho
Bumpin this funky-ass shit to 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, lets go, go
go, lets go, lets 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!