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

(Verse 1)
Mello can in my hand,
hawk, what?
Country folks dont talk
They get to work: sawdust
Chainsaw, axe, knife, cut firewood, burn, logs,
Sleepin bag by the bricks: call me the fly, Im on some
Drum out with two sticks
Soup a high school Coupe for new
Zoom, make mummies jealous from a tomb
Knock twice if you it
to rip, I shouldve been
Perforated by the rings like a Mead
Squares an artery blocked when Im around
Circulated, are in, Urkel made it
Ill slap Urkel, his lunch money
Punks they run me, drunk and upset
But I run clumsy, punch a perp
A one, two, Im at the Chelsea Hotel
Like Sid & Nancy with the knife, and two grams of
Give me the dizzies, fee, fee, me
Please oh dont leave
Just give me the and crank that beat
Cause I double up and straight dry heave
But believe, oh believe Im cold, freeze this beat
Like Freon, frickin neon, me glowing in a snowstorm
Look here, we in these streets a pair of Nikes
Well, I might be like a pair of nice jeans, cause Im

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

(Verse 2)
So whats
Been on that shit, wheres the
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
toss the white trash out the window
Now Im in a ditch like broken
Empty bottles and stolen
one is for all my kinfolk
Yeah, em in, though
Out the rain, whats a friend
Word, oh for sure, yours truly, at the
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, roll
These hoes are no good, are okay
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 look my name was MJ
One glove and a fuckin of penny loafers
And I moonwalk on the like Billy Jean is not my friend, no

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

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