Luyện nghe bài hát F.A.S.T. Ride

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

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

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

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

(Verse 2)
So whats
Been on 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
Just toss the white out the window
Now Im in a ditch broken pencils
Empty bottles and stolen
one is for all my kinfolk
Yeah, em in, though
Out the rain, whats a friend
Word, oh for sure, truly, at the door
Had to add a to that 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, roll
These hoes are no good, are okay
I just wanna get high, what you say
Wild, the pen-play of like a samurai sword
a big bitch, bow to sensei
Motherfuckin bitch, its pay your day
Do I not look like my was MJ
One glove and a fuckin pair of loafers
And I on the tempo like Billy Jean is not my friend, no

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

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