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

(Verse 1)
Mello can in my hand,
Mullet hawk,
folks dont 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 this out two sticks
Soup a school Coupe for new kicks
Zoom, make mummies jealous from a tomb
Knock if you feel it
Born to rip, I shouldve
Perforated by the rings like a Mead
want an artery blocked when Im around
Circulated, nerds are in, made it
Ill Urkel, take his lunch money
they run from me, drunk and upset
But I run clumsy, punch a perp
A one, two, three: Im at the Hotel
Like Sid & Nancy with the knife, and two of candy
Give me the dizzies, fee, fee, me
Please oh dont leave
Just give me the keys and crank beat
Cause I double up and straight dry heave
But believe, oh believe Im cold, freeze this beat
Like Freon, frickin neon, thats me in a snowstorm
Look here, we in these streets like a 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 ass, bitch
And I be bumpin this shit to ride to
Trunk Muzik, this funky-ass shit to ride to

(Verse 2)
So new?
Been on shit, wheres the atlas?
Thumbtack it, Cackalack 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 the white trash out the window
Now Im in a ditch broken pencils
Empty and stolen rentals
This one is for all my
Yeah, bring em in,
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 for certainly, no need to be coerced
Odd economy, dont need no nine-nine-nine-nine-nine and I
Just the na, na, na, na, hey, hey, hey, goodbye, and hey, roll
hoes are no good, pills are okay
I wanna get high, fuck what you say
Wild, the pen-play kind of a samurai sword
With a big bitch, bow to
bitch, its pay your rent day
Do I not look like my was MJ
One glove and a fuckin of penny loafers
And I moonwalk on the tempo like Billy is not my friend, no

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

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