Luyện nghe bài hát Fast Cars

True on the triz-nack
Bob Digi for a snack
Kinetic 9 in the
Raekwon got the

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

Gats burst off, thugs take shirts off
Five niggaz drop off, I got the verse off
Pop go the glock, the fuckin' smirf off
Your face, my bitch pulled up in a green and turquoise
SL5, five AMG, while you for a deal like it's A&P
On the chase, like blood, my thoughts circulate
No caffeine, but the submachine gun will
Rikki Tavi, ya'll niggaz Duck Daffy
Get fucked Daphne, stuck like the taxi
Drivin' the hill at night to the weedspot
I got two hands but I'm known to three glocks
bebebe, why, niggaz see I, rock the Wu-Wear jeans, not the Levi
Used to 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 pussy or go pull a sting?
Fatal guillotine carrier, boy, ya'll know me
Wrap niggaz in sheets, fold 'em like the roll
Sick silky six stanza
Slap simple sadiddies sleazy Samantha
She blowin' up my horn, ain't try'n to answer
Digital, Zodiac sign: Cancer

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

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

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