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 funky-ass 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 funky-ass shit to ride to

(Verse 1)
Mello can in my hand,
hawk, what?
Country dont talk much
They just get to sawdust
Chainsaw, axe, knife, cut firewood, burn, logs,
bag by the bricks: call me the fly, Im on some shit
Drum this out two sticks
Soup a high school for new kicks
Zoom, raps make mummies jealous from a
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, made it
Ill slap Urkel, take his money
Punks run from 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
me the dizzies, fee, fee, fuck me
Please oh please dont
Just give me the keys and crank beat
Cause I might double up and dry heave
But believe, oh Im cold, Imma freeze this beat
Freon, frickin neon, thats me glowing in a snowstorm
Look here, we in these like a pair of Nikes
Well, I be more like a pair of nice jeans, cause Im

(Hook)
On ass, bitch
Bumpin this funky-ass shit to to
Yeah, and I be bumpin this shit 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?
Been on that shit, wheres the
Thumbtack it, South it, Alabama has it, go
Relax in a box train, perhaps Im playin Relapse
Boss, saw the gem in him
Oh, me? Yeah, who
Just toss the trash out the window
Now Im in a ditch like broken
Empty and stolen rentals
This one is for all my
Yeah, bring em in,
Out the rain, whats a friend
Word, oh for sure, yours truly, at the
Had to add a syllable to word
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, lets
These hoes are no good, are okay
I wanna get high, fuck what you say
Wild, the pen-play kind of like a sword
With a big bitch, bow to
Motherfuckin bitch, its pay your day
Do I not like my name was MJ
One glove and a fuckin pair of loafers
And I moonwalk on the like Billy Jean is not my friend, no

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

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