Luyện nghe bài hát Faster Than You Know

[Intro - Xia]
Heeeey. Oooooh

[Chorus - Ming
Than You Know (know)
Love will make you grow (hiiigh)
And free
Don't be scared to (show)
Why you just let it flow? (hiiigh)
And yoooooou

[Over Chorus] - UH! Yeah, 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 and raise some kids for us
'Cos we don't need you gettin' high and doin' for us
And listen up close all my wannabe
The realest was always motivated by love
They their strength to rise above the violence and the drugs
Then home and gave they queens and they kids hugs
If you be free, released from the unrest
The stress and the just follow me
Help me break down this wall of
And we can rise up and fufill
Faster than a shot of light to ya ground
Love, can help ya breathe and the pain stop
Love, can open eyes and make the drop
And that's my - from the fire to the raindrops

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

[Vers 3 - 2na]
Yo, these self-proclaimed kings of writing
Ain't with the distinction between right and wrong
Through love we face hate, it's barely a
That the truth tastes great to a belly full of
Mainland villains your gangland killin'
Get that same gland fillin' from gang your still in
The mic (his wack poems)? swarms of frivalous fans
Usin' plans, they decieve and expand
influence '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 stick it to 'em and
Poeticly (aplomb)?, no credit for bein'
Theoretically be at
And fightin' if be
On a mission, exposin' the malnutrition on TV, so