Luyện nghe bài hát Fast Cars

True mizza-Mast' on the
Bob Digi for a snack
Kinetic 9 in the
got the triz-nap

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
Chrome all on my bar
Glocks all in my box

Gats burst off, thugs take shirts off
niggaz drop off, before I got the verse off
Pop go the glock, wipe the fuckin' off
Your face, my bitch up in a lime green and turquoise
SL5, five AMG, while you shoppin' for a deal it's A&P
On the paper chase, like blood, my thoughts
No caffeine, but the gun will perculate
Tikki Tavi, ya'll niggaz Duck Daffy
Get fucked like Daphne, stuck like the
Drivin' through the at night to the weedspot
I got two hands but I'm known to carry glocks
bebebe, why, niggaz see I, rock the Wu-Wear jeans, not the Levi
Used to break days smokin' and digi
'Til I bulked up to the Incredible like Bill Bixby
Face green, burst out like Wolverine
Should I rip bitch pussy or go pull a sting?
Fatal carrier, boy, ya'll niggaz know me
niggaz in sheets, fold 'em like the roll singing
Sick six syllable stanza
Slap simple swine sleazy Samantha
She blowin' up my horn, ain't try'n to answer
Digital, Zodiac sign: Cancer

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

Yo
Yo this is P. Tone, 5 minutes the Park Hills, Staten Isle
I do bad, only 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 all off the hood, the clips go buckin' me good
The shells get in the wood, Starks is a veteren (uh-huh)
Clarks, jewelry, bitches, jeans, is his medicine
why'all can't build me, technique's Ecederin
Look, I will take my time in the bushes,
Paid up people no mind like I'm crooked,
Shoot a nigga on down, do him right
He on the floor, his grams, "yo I seen the light"
The red car it just pulled off like Un Hall was drivin' the
Faster than ya had ya the fifth smokin' moist
I ain't what to do so I told the boys
I'm not a sucker look, why'all mothafuckin' noise

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