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,
this funky-ass shit to ride to
Yeah, and I be bumpin funky-ass shit to ride to
Yeah, on ass, bitch
And I be bumpin this funky-ass to ride to
Trunk Muzik, bumpin this funky-ass shit to to

(Verse 1)
Mello can in my hand,
hawk, what?
Country folks talk much
They just get to work:
Chainsaw, axe, knife, cut firewood, burn, logs,
Sleepin bag by the bricks: me the fly, Im on some shit
Drum out with two sticks
Soup a school Coupe for new kicks
Zoom, raps make jealous from a tomb
twice if you feel it
Born to rip, I shouldve
by the rings like a Mead notebook
Squares want an artery blocked Im around
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, three: Im at the Chelsea
Like Sid & Nancy the knife, and two grams of candy
me the dizzies, fee, fee, fuck me
Please oh please dont
Just give me the keys and that beat
Cause I double up and straight dry heave
But believe, oh believe Im cold, freeze this beat
Freon, frickin neon, thats me glowing in a snowstorm
Look here, we in these like a pair of Nikes
Well, I might be like a pair of nice jeans, cause Im

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

(Verse 2)
So new?
Been on that shit, wheres the
it, South Cackalack it, Alabama has it, go
Relax in a 1985 box train, perhaps Im playin
Boss, saw the gem in him
Oh, me? Yeah, who
toss the white trash out the window
Now Im in a ditch like broken
Empty and stolen 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
Bitches go berserk for certainly, no 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
These hoes are no good, pills are
I wanna get high, fuck what you say
Wild, the kind of like a samurai sword
a big bitch, bow to sensei
Motherfuckin bitch, its pay your day
Do I not like my name was MJ
One and a fuckin pair of penny loafers
And I moonwalk on the tempo like Jean is not my friend, no

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

(Outro)
Yeah
Bumpin this funky-ass shit to to
On that ass,
Bumpin this funky-ass 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
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!