Luyện nghe bài hát Fast Cars

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

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

burst off, thugs take their shirts off
Five niggaz drop off, before I got the 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 like it's A&P
On the chase, like blood, my thoughts circulate
No caffeine, but the gun will perculate
Rikki Tikki Tavi, niggaz Duck Daffy
Get fucked like Daphne, like the taxi
Drivin' the hill at night to the weedspot
I got two but I'm known to carry three glocks
bebebe, why, see I, only rock the Wu-Wear jeans, not the Levi
Used to break days coke and digi
I bulked up to the Incredible Hulk 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
Wrap niggaz in sheets, fold 'em like the roll
Sick silky six syllable
Slap sadiddies swine sleazy Samantha
She blowin' up my horn, bitch ain't try'n to
Bobby Digital, sign: Cancer

We be ridin' cars
all in the glass jar
Chrome all on my bar
all in my stash 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 the Park Hills, Staten Isle
I do bad, only when the Mack to stay balanced
You shoot me? I you, best bet's to finish me
if not, if I get the chance, I'm do you
Your shit all off the hood, the go buckin' me good
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 time in the bushes,
Paid up people no mind I'm crooked, right
Shoot a nigga on down, do him somethin'
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 fast cars
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