Luyện nghe bài hát Faster Than You Know

[Intro - Ming
Heeeey. Oooooh

[Chorus - Ming
Faster Than You (know)
Love will only make you (hiiigh)
And yoooooou
Don't be to show (show)
Why don't you let it flow? (hiiigh)
And heal

[Over - UH! Yeah, Spook clique!

1]
There's a lotta sayin' they'll die for us
But the fans tryin'a live for us?
For real, clean up the block and raise some for us
'Cos we don't you gettin' high and doin' bids for us
And listen up close all my thugs
The realest warriors was always motivated by
They used their to rise above the violence and the drugs
Then home and gave they queens and they kids hugs
If you wanna be free, released from the
The and the emptiness just follow me
Help me break down this of hypocrisy
And we can rise up and prophecy
Faster than a shot of light to ya shot
Love, can help ya breathe and make the pain
Love, can eyes and make the chains drop
And my word - from the fire to the raindrops

[Verse 2 - Water]
Yo, Yo
Some dudes are fakin', a "wanksta"
Displayin' they prankster, claimin' they
Naww! All the real are dead or in jail
Sweatin' in cells, your man Terelle is now
We laughin' at Rell, runnin' round yellin "bout fell"
With two and chewin' on nails
And castin' too when explainin' feelings
Playin' wit' they children, vexin' our
Then flexin' as
I'm not buyin' so the nonsense
You paid to lie in
A made man, but in the fabricated
You gotta with the intent to benefit
and when you repent
to never sell your soul up in
Time is well spent you present
the over torment to rock like 'em ornaments
So with the foolishness!
The movement, we explored
and brought to you, Spooks by the door

[Vers 3 - Chali
Yo, these kings of writing songs
Ain't concerned with the distinction right and wrong
Through we face hate, it's barely a surprise
That the truth tastes great to a belly full of
Mainland wit' your gangland killin'
Get that same gland fillin' from gang man's still in
The mic (his poems)? attract swarms of frivalous fans
Usin' plans, they decieve and expand
Their influence 'cos looks at what takes
Pockets are desolate, but you rock a neck-a-lace
with Mrs. Jones
Completes the message sent to kids through wicked poems
I it to 'em and re-inform
(aplomb)?, no credit for bein' calm
Theoretically be at
And if need be
On a mission, exposin' the malnutrition on TV, so