Luyện nghe bài hát F.A.S.T. Ride

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

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

(Verse 1)
Yello can in my hand,
Mullet hawk,
Country dont talk much
They just get to work:
Chainsaw, axe, knife, cut firewood, burn, logs,
bag by the bricks: call me the fly, Im on some shit
Drum out with two sticks
a high school Coupe for new kicks
Zoom, raps make mummies jealous a tomb
Knock twice if you it
Born to rip, I shouldve
by the rings like a Mead notebook
Squares an artery blocked when Im around
Circulated, nerds are in, Urkel it
Ill Urkel, take his lunch money
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 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 straight dry
But believe, oh believe Im cold, freeze this beat
Like Freon, neon, thats me glowing in a snowstorm
Look here, we in these streets a pair of Nikes
Well, I might be like a pair of nice jeans, cause Im

(Hook)
On ass, bitch
Bumpin funky-ass shit 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 funky-ass shit to ride to

(Verse 2)
So whats
Been on shit, wheres the atlas?
Thumbtack it, South Cackalack it, 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 broken pencils
Empty bottles and rentals
one is for all my kinfolk
Yeah, em in, though
Out the rain, a friend for?
Word, oh for sure, truly, at the door
Had to add a syllable to word
Country, but, oh, of
Bitches go berserk for certainly, no need to be
Odd economy, dont no nine-nine-nine-nine-nine and I know
the na, na, na, na, hey, hey, hey, goodbye, and hey, lets roll
These hoes are no good, are okay
I wanna get high, fuck what you say
Wild, the pen-play of like a samurai sword
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 tempo like Billy is not my friend, no

(Hook)
On ass, bitch
Bumpin funky-ass 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, bumpin this funky-ass to ride to

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