Luyện nghe bài hát Fast Cars

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

We be fast cars
all in the glass jar
Chrome all on my 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

Gats burst off, thugs their shirts off
Five niggaz drop off, 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, five AMG, while you shoppin' for a deal it's A&P
On the paper chase, blood, my thoughts circulate
No caffeine, but the submachine gun perculate
Rikki Tikki Tavi, ya'll 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, only rock the Wu-Wear jeans, not the
Used to break days coke and digi
'Til I up to the Incredible Hulk like Bill Bixby
Face green, burst out like Wolverine
Should I rip this pussy or go pull a sting?
Fatal carrier, boy, ya'll niggaz know me
Wrap niggaz in sheets, fold 'em like the roll
Sick silky six syllable
Slap simple sadiddies swine sleazy
She blowin' up my horn, bitch ain't 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' fast
all in the glass jar
Chrome all on my bar
Glocks all in my box

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

We be ridin' cars
all in the glass 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
all in my stash box