Luyện nghe bài hát F.A.S.T. Ride

(Intro)
(You know my Critter said,
"You look like you shot at and missed
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 ass, bitch
And I be this funky-ass shit to ride to
Trunk Muzik, bumpin this shit to ride to

(Verse 1)
Mello can in my hand,
Mullet hawk,
Country folks talk much
just get to work: sawdust
Chainsaw, axe, knife, cut firewood, burn, logs,
Sleepin bag by the bricks: me the fly, Im on some shit
Drum this out two sticks
Soup a high Coupe for new kicks
Zoom, raps make mummies from a tomb
twice if you feel it
Born to rip, I shouldve
Perforated by the rings like a Mead
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, 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
oh please dont leave
Just give me the keys and crank that
Cause I might double up and straight dry
But believe, oh believe Im cold, Imma freeze this
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 this funky-ass to ride to
Yeah, and I be bumpin funky-ass shit 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 2)
So whats
Been on shit, wheres the atlas?
Thumbtack it, South 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 trash out the window
Now Im in a ditch like broken
Empty bottles and rentals
one is for all my kinfolk
Yeah, em in, though
Out the rain, whats a friend
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 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, lets
These hoes are no good, are okay
I just wanna get high, fuck 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 look like my was MJ
One glove and a pair of penny loafers
And I moonwalk on the tempo Billy Jean is not my friend, no

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

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