Luyện nghe bài hát F.A.S.T. Ride

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

(Hook)
On ass, bitch
Bumpin funky-ass shit 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
just get to work: sawdust
Chainsaw, axe, knife, cut firewood, burn, logs,
Sleepin bag by the bricks: call me the fly, Im on shit
Drum this out two sticks
Soup a high school for new kicks
Zoom, raps make mummies from a tomb
Knock twice if you it
Born to rip, I been
Perforated by the rings like a Mead
want an artery blocked when Im around
Circulated, nerds are in, made 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
Like Sid & Nancy the knife, and two grams of candy
Give me the dizzies, fee, fee, me
Please oh dont leave
Just me the keys and crank that beat
Cause I double up and straight dry heave
But believe, oh believe Im cold, Imma freeze this
Like Freon, 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 ass, bitch
Bumpin this funky-ass shit to to
Yeah, and I be bumpin this shit to ride to
Yeah, on that ass,
And I be bumpin this shit to ride to
Trunk Muzik, bumpin this shit to ride to

(Verse 2)
So whats
Been on that shit, the atlas?
Thumbtack it, South it, Alabama has it, go
Relax in a 1985 box train, perhaps Im playin
Boss, saw the gem in him
Oh, me? Yeah, who
Just toss the white trash out the
Now Im in a ditch like 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 that
Country, but, oh, of
go berserk 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, lets
hoes are no good, pills are okay
I just wanna get high, 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 and a fuckin pair of penny loafers
And I moonwalk on the like Billy Jean is not my friend, no

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

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