Luyện nghe bài hát F.A.S.T. Ride

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

(Hook)
On that ass,
Bumpin 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, bumpin this shit to ride to

(Verse 1)
Yello can in my hand,
Mullet hawk,
Country folks talk much
They get to work: sawdust
Chainsaw, axe, knife, cut firewood, burn, logs,
bag by the bricks: call me the fly, Im on some shit
Drum this out with two
Soup a high school for new kicks
Zoom, make mummies jealous from a tomb
Knock twice if you it
Born to rip, I been
Perforated by the rings a Mead notebook
want an artery blocked when Im around
Circulated, nerds are in, made it
Ill Urkel, take his lunch money
Punks they run from me, and upset
But I dont run clumsy, punch a
A one, two, three: Im at the 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 that beat
Cause I might double up and straight dry
But believe, oh believe Im cold, Imma freeze this
Like Freon, neon, thats me glowing in a snowstorm
Look here, we in these streets a pair of Nikes
Well, I might be more like a of nice jeans, cause Im

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

(Verse 2)
So new?
Been on shit, wheres the atlas?
Thumbtack it, South Cackalack it, has it, go
Relax in a 1985 box train, perhaps Im Relapse
Boss, saw the gem in him
Oh, me? Yeah, who
Just toss the trash out the window
Now Im in a ditch like pencils
bottles and stolen rentals
This one is for all my
Yeah, em in, though
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 for certainly, no need 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, lets
hoes are no good, pills are okay
I just wanna get high, fuck you say
Wild, the pen-play kind of like a sword
a big bitch, bow to sensei
Motherfuckin bitch, its pay rent day
Do I not look my name was MJ
One glove and a fuckin pair of penny
And I on the tempo 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 shit to to
Yeah, on that ass,
And I be bumpin this funky-ass shit to to
Trunk Muzik, bumpin this shit to ride to

(Outro)
Yeah
Bumpin funky-ass shit to ride to
On ass, bitch
Bumpin this funky-ass to ride 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, lets go, 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!