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
this 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 funky-ass shit to to
Muzik, bumpin this funky-ass shit to ride to

(Verse 1)
Mello can in my hand,
hawk, what?
Country folks dont talk
They just get to sawdust
Chainsaw, axe, knife, cut firewood, burn, logs,
bag by the bricks: call me the fly, Im on some shit
Drum out with two sticks
Soup a high school for new kicks
Zoom, raps make mummies from a tomb
Knock twice if you it
Born to rip, I shouldve
Perforated by the like a Mead notebook
Squares want an artery when Im around
Circulated, nerds are in, Urkel it
Ill Urkel, take his lunch money
Punks they run from me, and upset
But I dont run clumsy, a perp
A one, two, three: Im at the Hotel
Sid & Nancy with the knife, and two grams of candy
Give me the dizzies, fee, fee, 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, Imma 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 more like a pair of jeans, cause Im

(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 bumpin this shit to ride to
Trunk Muzik, bumpin this funky-ass shit to to

(Verse 2)
So new?
on that shit, wheres the atlas?
Thumbtack it, Cackalack it, Alabama has it, go
Relax in a box train, perhaps 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 bottles and rentals
This one is for all my
Yeah, bring em in,
Out the rain, whats a friend
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 need to be
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 just wanna get high, what you say
Wild, the pen-play kind of like a sword
With a big bitch, bow to
Motherfuckin bitch, its pay your day
Do I not like my name was MJ
One glove and a fuckin pair of penny
And I moonwalk on the tempo like Billy is not my friend, no

(Hook)
On ass, bitch
this 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 funky-ass shit to 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
Bumpin this funky-ass shit to 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
Lets go, 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!