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

(Verse 1)
Mello can in my hand,
hawk, what?
Country folks talk much
They get to work: sawdust
Chainsaw, axe, knife, cut firewood, burn, logs,
Sleepin bag by the bricks: call me the fly, Im on shit
Drum out with two sticks
Soup a school Coupe for new kicks
Zoom, make mummies jealous from a tomb
Knock if you feel it
to rip, I shouldve been
Perforated by the rings like a Mead
Squares want an artery blocked Im around
Circulated, nerds are in, Urkel it
Ill slap Urkel, take his lunch
Punks run from me, drunk and upset
But I dont run clumsy, a perp
A one, two, Im at the Chelsea Hotel
Like Sid & Nancy the knife, and two grams of candy
Give me the dizzies, fee, fee, me
Please oh please leave
Just give me the keys and crank beat
Cause I might up and straight dry heave
But believe, oh Im cold, Imma freeze this 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 nice jeans, Im

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

(Verse 2)
So new?
Been on shit, wheres 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 ditch like broken
Empty and stolen rentals
This one is for all my
Yeah, bring em in,
Out the rain, whats a for?
Word, oh for sure, truly, at the door
Had to add a to that word
Country, but, oh, of
Bitches go berserk for certainly, no need to be
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
These hoes are no good, are okay
I just wanna get high, fuck you say
Wild, the pen-play kind of a samurai sword
With a big bitch, bow to
Motherfuckin bitch, its pay rent day
Do I not look my name was MJ
One glove and a pair of penny loafers
And I moonwalk on the tempo like Billy is not my friend, no

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

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