Luyện nghe bài hát Fast Cars

True on the triz-nack
Bob back for a snack
Kinetic 9 in the
got the triz-nap

We be ridin' 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
Five drop off, before I got the verse off
Pop go the glock, the fuckin' smirf off
face, my bitch pulled up in a lime green and turquoise
SL5, AMG, while you shoppin' for a deal like it's A&P
On the chase, like blood, my thoughts circulate
No caffeine, but the submachine gun perculate
Rikki Tikki Tavi, ya'll niggaz Duck
Get fucked like Daphne, like the taxi
Drivin' the hill at night to the weedspot
I got two hands but I'm known to carry three
bebebe, why, see I, only rock the Wu-Wear jeans, not the Levi
Used to days smokin' coke and digi
'Til I bulked up to the Incredible Hulk like Bill
Face green, knuckles burst out Wolverine
Should I rip this bitch pussy or go a sting?
Fatal guillotine carrier, boy, niggaz know me
Wrap niggaz in sheets, fold 'em like the roll
Sick six syllable stanza
Slap simple sadiddies swine Samantha
She up my horn, bitch ain't try'n to answer
Bobby Digital, Zodiac Cancer

We be ridin' fast
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
all in my stash box

Yo
Yo this is P. Tone, 5 minutes from the Park Hills, Staten
I do bad, only when the Mack to stay balanced
You shoot me? I shoot you, bet's to finish 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 stuck in the wood, Starks is a (uh-huh)
Clarks, jewelry, bitches, jeans, is his medicine
why'all can't build me, your 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, tell his grams, "yo I the light"
The red car it just pulled off like Un Hall was the joint
Faster than ya had ya the fifth smokin' lookin'
I ain't know what to do so I the boys
I'm not a sucker look, why'all mothafuckin' made

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