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

(Verse 1)
Yello can in my hand,
Mullet hawk,
Country dont talk much
just get to work: sawdust
Chainsaw, axe, knife, cut firewood, burn, logs,
Sleepin bag by the bricks: call me the fly, Im on some
Drum this out with two
Soup a high school for new kicks
Zoom, raps make mummies from a tomb
Knock twice if you it
Born to rip, I been
Perforated by the rings a Mead notebook
Squares want an artery blocked Im around
Circulated, nerds are in, Urkel it
Ill slap Urkel, take his 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 with the knife, and two grams of
Give me the dizzies, fee, fee, me
Please oh please dont
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 like a pair of
Well, I might be more a pair of nice jeans, cause Im

(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 this funky-ass shit to to
Trunk Muzik, bumpin this funky-ass shit to to

(Verse 2)
So new?
Been on shit, wheres the atlas?
Thumbtack it, South Cackalack it, 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 like broken pencils
Empty bottles and stolen
This one is for all my
Yeah, em in, though
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 for certainly, no need to be coerced
Odd economy, dont need no and I know
Just the na, na, na, na, hey, hey, hey, goodbye, and hey, lets
These hoes are no good, pills are
I just get high, fuck what you say
Wild, the pen-play kind of like a samurai
a big bitch, bow to sensei
Motherfuckin bitch, its pay your day
Do I not like my name was MJ
One glove and a fuckin pair of penny
And I moonwalk on the tempo like Billy is not my friend, no

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

(Outro)
Yeah
this funky-ass shit to ride to
On that ass,
this funky-ass shit to ride to
On ass, ho
this 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
Lets go, 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!