Luyện nghe bài hát F.A.S.T. Ride

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

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

(Verse 1)
Mello can in my hand,
hawk, what?
Country folks dont much
They just get to sawdust
Chainsaw, axe, knife, cut firewood, burn, logs,
Sleepin bag by the call me the fly, Im on some shit
Drum this out with two
a high school Coupe for new kicks
Zoom, raps make mummies from a tomb
Knock twice if you it
to rip, I shouldve been
Perforated by the rings like a notebook
Squares want an artery when Im around
Circulated, nerds are in, Urkel it
Ill slap Urkel, 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
Like Sid & Nancy with the knife, and two of candy
Give me the dizzies, fee, fee, me
Please oh please dont
Just give me the and crank that beat
Cause I might double up and dry heave
But believe, oh believe Im cold, Imma freeze beat
Freon, frickin neon, thats me glowing in a snowstorm
Look here, we in these streets a pair of Nikes
Well, I be more like a pair of nice jeans, cause Im

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

(Verse 2)
So new?
on that shit, wheres the atlas?
Thumbtack it, 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
toss the white trash out the window
Now Im in a ditch broken pencils
Empty bottles and rentals
one is for all my kinfolk
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 berserk for certainly, no need to be
Odd economy, need no nine-nine-nine-nine-nine and I know
Just the na, na, na, na, hey, hey, hey, goodbye, and hey, roll
These are no good, pills are okay
I just wanna get high, fuck you say
Wild, the pen-play kind of a samurai sword
a big bitch, bow to sensei
Motherfuckin bitch, its pay rent day
Do I not look my name 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
Bumpin this 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 funky-ass to ride to

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