Luyện nghe bài hát F.A.S.T. Ride

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

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

(Verse 1)
Yello can in my hand,
Mullet hawk,
folks dont talk much
They get to work: sawdust
Chainsaw, axe, knife, cut firewood, burn, logs,
Sleepin bag by the bricks: call me the fly, Im on some
this out with two sticks
Soup a school Coupe for new kicks
Zoom, raps mummies jealous from a tomb
twice if you feel it
Born to rip, I been
Perforated by the like a Mead notebook
Squares want an artery when Im around
Circulated, nerds are in, Urkel it
Ill Urkel, take his lunch money
Punks they run from me, and upset
But I dont run clumsy, a perp
A one, two, three: Im at the Hotel
Sid & Nancy with 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 up and straight dry heave
But believe, oh believe Im cold, freeze this beat
Freon, frickin neon, thats me glowing in a snowstorm
Look here, we in these streets a pair of Nikes
Well, I might be more like a pair of jeans, cause Im

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

(Verse 2)
So whats
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
toss the white trash out the window
Now Im in a ditch like pencils
Empty bottles and rentals
This one is for all my
Yeah, em in, though
Out the rain, whats a 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, dont need no nine-nine-nine-nine-nine and I
the na, na, na, na, hey, hey, hey, goodbye, and hey, lets roll
These hoes are no good, are okay
I just get high, fuck 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 like my name was MJ
One glove and a fuckin pair of loafers
And I moonwalk on the tempo like Billy is not my friend, no

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

(Outro)
Yeah
Bumpin this funky-ass shit to to
On ass, bitch
Bumpin this 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, 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!