Luyện nghe bài hát F.A.S.T. Ride

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

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

(Verse 1)
Yello can in my hand,
Mullet hawk,
Country folks dont much
They just get to work:
Chainsaw, axe, knife, cut firewood, burn, logs,
Sleepin bag by the bricks: call me the fly, Im on some
Drum this out two sticks
Soup a school Coupe for new kicks
Zoom, raps make mummies jealous a tomb
Knock if you feel it
Born to rip, I been
Perforated by the like a Mead notebook
Squares want an artery blocked Im around
Circulated, nerds are in, made it
Ill Urkel, take his lunch money
Punks they run me, drunk and upset
But I dont run clumsy, a perp
A one, two, three: Im at the Chelsea
Like Sid & Nancy the knife, and two grams of candy
me the dizzies, fee, fee, fuck me
Please oh please dont
Just give me the keys and crank that
Cause I double up and straight dry heave
But believe, oh believe Im cold, Imma freeze beat
Like Freon, frickin neon, me glowing in a snowstorm
Look here, we in these like a pair of Nikes
Well, I might be more like a 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 ass, bitch
And I be bumpin this shit to ride to
Trunk Muzik, this funky-ass shit to ride to

(Verse 2)
So whats
Been on that shit, wheres the
Thumbtack it, South it, Alabama has it, go
Relax in a 1985 box train, Im playin Relapse
Boss, saw the gem in him
Oh, me? Yeah, who
toss the white trash out the window
Now Im in a ditch broken pencils
Empty bottles and rentals
one is for all my kinfolk
Yeah, bring em in,
Out the rain, a friend for?
Word, oh for sure, truly, at the door
Had to add a syllable to that
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
hoes are no good, pills are okay
I just wanna get high, what you say
Wild, the kind of like a samurai 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 loafers
And I moonwalk on the tempo like Jean is not my friend, no

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

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