Luyện nghe bài hát Faster Than You Know

[Intro - Xia]
Heeeey. yeah

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

[Over - UH! Yeah, Spook clique!

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

[Verse 2 - Water
Yo, Yo
Some are fakin', off-stage a "wanksta"
Displayin' prankster, claimin' they gansgter
Naww! All the thugs are dead or in jail
Sweatin' in cells, man Terelle is now madamoiselle
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, our women
Then flexin' as
I'm not so save the nonsense
You paid to lie in
A made man, but in the sense
You gotta hear with the to benefit
and when you repent
to never sell soul up in cement
Time is well spent you present
the love over torment to like 'em ornaments
So stop the foolishness!
The movement, we explored
and brought to you, sittin' by the door

[Vers 3 - 2na]
Yo, these self-proclaimed of writing songs
concerned with the distinction between right and wrong
Through love we face hate, it's a surprise
That the truth tastes great to a belly of lies
Mainland villains wit' gangland killin'
Get that same fillin' from gang your man's still in
The mic (his wack poems)? attract swarms of fans
Usin' devilous plans, they and expand
Their influence 'cos at what takes precedence
Pockets are desolate, but you rock a ridiculous
with Mrs. Jones
Completes the sent to these kids through wicked poems
I stick it to 'em and
Poeticly (aplomb)?, no credit for bein'
be at arms
And fightin' if be
On a mission, the malnutrition globe-ified on TV, so