Luyện nghe bài hát F.A.S.T. Ride

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

(Hook)
On ass, bitch
Bumpin this funky-ass shit to 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 funky-ass to ride to

(Verse 1)
Mello can in my hand,
hawk, what?
Country dont talk much
They just get to work:
Chainsaw, axe, knife, cut firewood, burn, logs,
Sleepin bag by the bricks: call me the fly, Im on shit
Drum out with two sticks
Soup a high Coupe for new kicks
Zoom, raps make mummies from a tomb
Knock if you feel it
Born to rip, I been
by the rings like a Mead notebook
Squares an artery blocked when Im around
Circulated, nerds are in, made it
Ill Urkel, take his lunch money
Punks they run 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 grams of
me the dizzies, fee, fee, fuck me
Please oh please leave
give me the keys and crank that beat
Cause I might double up and dry heave
But believe, oh believe Im cold, Imma freeze beat
Like Freon, neon, thats me glowing in a snowstorm
Look here, we in these streets like a of Nikes
Well, I might be more like a pair of nice jeans, Im

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

(Verse 2)
So whats
Been on that shit, the atlas?
it, South 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 the white trash out the window
Now Im in a ditch like broken
Empty bottles and stolen
one is for all my kinfolk
Yeah, bring em in,
Out the rain, whats a friend
Word, oh for sure, yours truly, at the
Had to add a syllable to word
Country, but, oh, of
go berserk for certainly, no need to be coerced
Odd economy, dont no nine-nine-nine-nine-nine and I know
the na, na, na, na, hey, hey, hey, goodbye, and hey, lets roll
These 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 and a fuckin pair of penny loafers
And I moonwalk on the tempo like Jean is not my friend, no

(Hook)
On that ass,
Bumpin this 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
Muzik, bumpin this funky-ass 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
go, lets 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!