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 ass, bitch
Bumpin 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 this shit to ride to
Trunk Muzik, bumpin funky-ass shit to ride to

(Verse 1)
Mello can in my hand,
hawk, what?
Country folks dont much
just get to work: sawdust
Chainsaw, axe, knife, cut firewood, burn, logs,
bag by the bricks: call me the fly, Im on some shit
Drum out with two sticks
Soup a high Coupe for new kicks
Zoom, raps mummies jealous from a tomb
Knock twice if you it
Born to rip, I been
by the rings like a Mead notebook
Squares want an artery when Im around
Circulated, are in, Urkel made it
Ill slap Urkel, take his money
Punks they run from me, drunk and
But I run clumsy, punch a perp
A one, two, Im at the Chelsea Hotel
Like Sid & Nancy with the knife, and two of candy
Give me the dizzies, fee, fee, me
Please oh please dont
give me the keys 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, thats me glowing in a
Look here, we in these streets like a of Nikes
Well, I might be more like a pair of nice jeans, Im

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

(Verse 2)
So new?
Been on that shit, the atlas?
Thumbtack it, South it, Alabama has it, go
Relax in a 1985 box train, perhaps Im playin
Boss, saw the gem in him
Oh, me? Yeah, who
Just toss the trash out the window
Now Im in a ditch broken pencils
Empty and stolen rentals
one is for all my kinfolk
Yeah, bring em in,
Out the rain, whats a friend
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 to be coerced
Odd economy, dont need no nine-nine-nine-nine-nine and I
Just the na, na, na, na, hey, hey, hey, goodbye, and hey, lets
These hoes are no good, are okay
I just get high, fuck what you say
Wild, the pen-play kind of like a sword
With a big bitch, bow to
bitch, its pay your rent day
Do I not look like my 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 to ride to
Yeah, and I be bumpin funky-ass shit to ride to
Yeah, on ass, bitch
And I be this 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 ass, bitch
Bumpin this funky-ass 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
go, lets 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!