Luyện nghe bài hát F.A.S.T. Ride

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

(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 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 talk
just get to work: sawdust
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 Coupe for new
Zoom, raps make mummies from a tomb
Knock if you feel it
to rip, I shouldve been
Perforated by the rings like a Mead
want an artery blocked when Im around
Circulated, nerds are in, Urkel it
Ill Urkel, take his lunch money
Punks they run from me, drunk and
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
me the dizzies, fee, fee, fuck me
Please oh dont leave
Just give me the keys and crank that
Cause I might double up and dry heave
But believe, oh believe Im cold, Imma freeze beat
Like Freon, neon, thats me glowing in a snowstorm
Look here, we in these streets like a of Nikes
Well, I might be more like a pair of jeans, cause Im

(Hook)
On that ass,
this funky-ass shit to ride to
Yeah, and I be bumpin this funky-ass shit to 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 2)
So new?
Been on that shit, the atlas?
it, South Cackalack it, Alabama has it, go
Relax in a 1985 box train, Im playin Relapse
Boss, saw the gem in him
Oh, me? Yeah, who
Just toss the white out the window
Now Im in a like broken pencils
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 to that 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, roll
These hoes are no good, are okay
I just wanna get high, fuck you say
Wild, the pen-play of like a samurai sword
a big bitch, bow to sensei
Motherfuckin bitch, its pay your day
Do I not look my name was MJ
One glove and a fuckin of penny loafers
And I moonwalk on the like Billy Jean is not my friend, no

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

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