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 ridin' fast
all in the glass jar
Chrome all on my 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

Gats off, thugs take their shirts off
Five niggaz off, before I got the verse off
Pop go the glock, wipe the 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 gun will perculate
Tikki Tavi, ya'll niggaz Duck Daffy
Get fucked like Daphne, like the taxi
through the hill 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
to break days smokin' coke and digi
'Til I bulked up to the Hulk like Bill Bixby
Face green, knuckles out like Wolverine
Should I rip bitch pussy or go pull a sting?
Fatal guillotine carrier, boy, niggaz know me
niggaz in sheets, fold 'em like the roll singing
Sick silky six stanza
Slap simple sadiddies swine Samantha
She up my horn, bitch ain't try'n to answer
Bobby Digital, sign: Cancer

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

Yo
Yo is P. Tone, 5 minutes from the Park Hills, Staten Isle
I do bad, only when the Mack 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 stuck in the wood, is a veteren (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 on down, do him somethin' right
He on the floor, his grams, "yo I seen 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 told the
I'm not a sucker look, mothafuckin' made noise

We be ridin' 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
all on my crash bar
Glocks all in my box