Luyện nghe bài hát Faster Than You Know

[Intro - Xia]
Heeeey. Oooooh

[Chorus - Xia]
Faster You Know (know)
will only make you grow (hiiigh)
And yoooooou
be scared to show (show)
Why don't you let it flow? (hiiigh)
And heal

[Over Chorus] - UH! Yeah, clique!

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

[Verse 2 - Water]
Yo, Yo
Some are fakin', off-stage a "wanksta"
Displayin' they prankster, they gansgter
Naww! All the thugs are dead or in jail
in cells, your man Terelle is now madamoiselle
We laughin' at Rell, round yellin "bout society fell"
With two fakes and chewin' on
And castin' too hard explainin' feelings
Playin' wit' children, vexin' our women
Then as villains
I'm not so save the nonsense
You to lie in confidence
A man, but in the fabricated sense
You hear with the intent to benefit
and when you repent
to never sell your soul up in
Time is well spent you present
the love over to rock like 'em ornaments
So with the foolishness!
The love movement, we
and to you, Spooks sittin' by the door

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