Luyện nghe bài hát Fast Cars

True mizza-Mast' on the
Bob back for a snack
9 in the biz-nack
Raekwon got the

We be ridin' cars
Weed all in the jar
all on my crash bar
Glocks all in my box
We be ridin' cars
Weed all in the jar
Chrome all on my bar
Glocks all in my box

Gats burst off, take their shirts off
Five niggaz drop off, before I got the off
Pop go the glock, wipe the fuckin' off
Your face, my bitch pulled up in a lime green and
SL5, AMG, while you shoppin' for a deal like it's A&P
On the paper chase, like blood, my thoughts
No caffeine, but the gun will perculate
Rikki Tikki Tavi, ya'll niggaz Duck
Get fucked Daphne, stuck like the taxi
through the hill at night to the weedspot
I got two but I'm known to carry three glocks
bebebe, why, niggaz see I, only rock the Wu-Wear jeans, not the
to break days smokin' coke and digi
'Til I bulked up to the Incredible Hulk Bill Bixby
green, knuckles burst out like Wolverine
Should I rip this bitch pussy or go pull a
guillotine carrier, boy, ya'll niggaz know me
Wrap niggaz in sheets, fold 'em like the roll
Sick silky six syllable
simple sadiddies swine sleazy Samantha
She blowin' up my horn, bitch ain't to answer
Bobby Digital, Zodiac sign:

We be fast cars
Weed all in the jar
all on my crash bar
Glocks all in my box
We be ridin' fast
all in the glass jar
all on my crash bar
Glocks all in my box

Yo
Yo this is P. Tone, 5 minutes the Park Hills, Staten Isle
I do bad, only when the good to stay balanced
You shoot me? I shoot you, best to finish me
if not, if I get the chance, I'm do you
Your shit all off the hood, the go buckin' me good
The get stuck in the wood, Starks is a veteren (uh-huh)
Clarks, jewelry, bitches, jeans, is his medicine
why'all build me, your technique's Ecederin
Look, I will take my in the bushes, right
Paid up no mind like I'm crooked, right
Shoot a on down, do him somethin' right
He on the floor, tell his grams, "yo I the light"
The red car it just pulled off Un Hall was drivin' the joint
Faster than ya had ya the fifth lookin' moist
I ain't know to do so I told the boys
I'm not a look, why'all mothafuckin' made noise

We be fast cars
Weed all in the jar
Chrome all on my bar
all in my stash box
We be fast cars
all in the glass jar
Chrome all on my bar
Glocks all in my box