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

(Verse 1)
Mello can in my hand,
hawk, what?
Country dont talk much
They get to work: sawdust
Chainsaw, axe, knife, cut firewood, burn, logs,
Sleepin bag by the bricks: me the fly, Im on some shit
Drum this out 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 been
Perforated by the like a Mead notebook
Squares want an blocked when Im around
Circulated, are in, Urkel made it
Ill slap Urkel, take his lunch
Punks run from me, drunk and upset
But I dont run clumsy, 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 dont leave
give me the keys and crank that beat
Cause I might double up and dry heave
But believe, oh Im cold, Imma freeze this beat
Freon, frickin neon, thats me glowing in a snowstorm
Look here, we in these streets a pair of Nikes
Well, I be more like a pair of nice jeans, cause Im

(Hook)
On ass, bitch
this funky-ass shit to ride to
Yeah, and I be bumpin this funky-ass to ride to
Yeah, on that ass,
And I be this funky-ass shit to ride to
Trunk Muzik, bumpin this funky-ass 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 Relapse
Boss, saw the gem in him
Oh, me? Yeah, who
Just toss the white trash out the
Now Im in a like broken pencils
Empty bottles and rentals
one is for all my kinfolk
Yeah, bring em in,
Out the rain, whats a for?
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, lets
These hoes are no good, 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 like my name was MJ
One and a fuckin pair of penny loafers
And I moonwalk on the tempo like Billy is not my friend, no

(Hook)
On that ass,
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 this funky-ass shit to ride to
Trunk Muzik, bumpin funky-ass shit to ride to

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