Luyện nghe bài hát F.A.S.T. Ride

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

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

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

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

(Verse 2)
So whats
Been on shit, wheres the atlas?
Thumbtack it, South it, Alabama has it, go
Relax in a 1985 box train, perhaps Im Relapse
Boss, saw the gem in him
Oh, me? Yeah, who
toss the white trash out the window
Now Im in a ditch like pencils
Empty bottles and rentals
This one is for all my
Yeah, em in, though
Out the rain, whats a friend
Word, oh for sure, yours truly, at the
Had to add a syllable to that
Country, but, oh, of
go berserk for certainly, no need to be coerced
Odd economy, need no nine-nine-nine-nine-nine and I know
Just the na, na, na, na, hey, hey, hey, goodbye, and hey, lets
These hoes are no good, pills are
I just wanna get high, fuck you say
Wild, the pen-play kind of a samurai sword
With a big bitch, bow to
Motherfuckin bitch, its pay your day
Do I not like my name was MJ
One glove and a fuckin pair of penny
And I moonwalk on the tempo Billy Jean is not my friend, no

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

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