Luyện nghe bài hát F.A.S.T. Ride

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

(Hook)
On that ass,
Bumpin this shit to ride to
Yeah, and I be bumpin funky-ass shit to ride to
Yeah, on that ass,
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,
Mullet hawk,
Country folks talk much
They just get to sawdust
Chainsaw, axe, knife, cut firewood, burn, logs,
Sleepin bag by the call me the fly, Im on some shit
Drum out with two sticks
Soup a high school Coupe for new
Zoom, make mummies jealous from a tomb
Knock twice if you it
Born to rip, I been
Perforated by the rings like a Mead
Squares want an artery blocked when Im
Circulated, nerds are in, Urkel it
Ill slap Urkel, his lunch money
Punks they run from me, and upset
But I dont run clumsy, a perp
A one, two, Im at the Chelsea Hotel
Like Sid & Nancy with the knife, and two grams of
Give me the dizzies, fee, fee, me
Please oh please dont
Just give me the keys and that beat
Cause I might double up and dry heave
But believe, oh believe Im cold, Imma freeze this
Freon, frickin neon, thats me glowing in a snowstorm
Look here, we in streets like a pair of Nikes
Well, I might be more like a of nice jeans, cause Im

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

(Verse 2)
So whats
Been on that shit, wheres the
Thumbtack it, South Cackalack it, has it, go
Relax in a 1985 box train, perhaps Im Relapse
Boss, saw the gem in him
Oh, me? Yeah, who
Just the white trash out the window
Now Im in a ditch broken pencils
Empty bottles and rentals
This one is for all my
Yeah, em in, though
Out the rain, a friend for?
Word, oh for sure, yours truly, at the
Had to add a syllable to word
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
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
bitch, its pay your rent day
Do I not look like my was MJ
One glove and a pair of penny loafers
And I moonwalk on the tempo Billy Jean is not my friend, no

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

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