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
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
Glocks all in my box

burst off, thugs take their shirts off
Five drop off, before I got the verse off
Pop go the glock, wipe the smirf 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, blood, my thoughts circulate
No caffeine, but the submachine gun perculate
Rikki Tikki Tavi, ya'll niggaz Daffy
Get like Daphne, stuck like the taxi
Drivin' through the hill at to the weedspot
I got two hands but I'm known to carry three
bebebe, why, niggaz see I, only rock the Wu-Wear jeans, not the
Used to break days smokin' and digi
'Til I bulked up to the Incredible like Bill Bixby
Face green, knuckles burst out like
Should I rip this bitch pussy or go a sting?
Fatal guillotine carrier, boy, ya'll niggaz me
Wrap niggaz in sheets, fold 'em like the singing
silky six syllable stanza
Slap sadiddies swine sleazy Samantha
She blowin' up my horn, bitch try'n to answer
Bobby Digital, sign: Cancer

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

Yo
Yo this is P. Tone, 5 minutes from the Park Hills, Staten
I do bad, only when the Mack good to stay
You me? I shoot you, best 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, is a veteren (uh-huh)
Clarks, jewelry, bitches, jeans, is his medicine
why'all can't build me, technique's Ecederin
Look, I take my time in the bushes, right
Paid up people no mind 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 like Un Hall was drivin' the
Faster than ya had ya the fifth smokin' lookin'
I know what to do so I told the boys
I'm not a sucker look, why'all mothafuckin' made

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