Luyện nghe bài hát F.A.S.T. Ride

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

(Hook)
On ass, bitch
Bumpin this funky-ass shit to to
Yeah, and I be bumpin this funky-ass to ride to
Yeah, on that ass,
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,
Mullet hawk,
folks dont talk much
They get to work: sawdust
Chainsaw, axe, knife, cut firewood, burn, logs,
bag by the bricks: call me the fly, Im on some shit
Drum this out with two
Soup a high school for new kicks
Zoom, raps make mummies jealous from a
Knock if you feel it
Born to rip, I shouldve
Perforated by the rings like a Mead
want an artery blocked when Im around
Circulated, are in, Urkel made 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
Like Sid & Nancy with the knife, and two of candy
me the dizzies, fee, fee, fuck me
Please oh please dont
Just give me the keys and that beat
Cause I double up and straight dry heave
But believe, oh Im cold, Imma freeze this beat
Like Freon, frickin neon, thats me glowing in a
Look here, we in these streets a pair of Nikes
Well, I might be more like a of nice jeans, cause Im

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

(Verse 2)
So new?
on that shit, wheres the atlas?
Thumbtack it, Cackalack 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 white trash out the
Now Im in a like 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, yours truly, at the
Had to add a to that word
Country, but, oh, of
Bitches go for certainly, no need to be coerced
Odd economy, dont 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, pills are
I just get high, fuck what you say
Wild, the pen-play kind of like a samurai
a big bitch, bow to sensei
Motherfuckin bitch, its pay your day
Do I not look like my was MJ
One glove and a pair of penny loafers
And I moonwalk on the tempo like Billy is not my friend, no

(Hook)
On ass, bitch
this funky-ass shit to ride to
Yeah, and I be this funky-ass shit 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

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