Luyện nghe bài hát Faster Than You Know

[Intro - Xia]
Heeeey. yeah

[Chorus - Ming
Faster You Know (know)
Love will make you grow (hiiigh)
And yoooooou
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 fans sayin' die for us
But where's the fans tryin'a 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 all my wannabe thugs
The warriors was always motivated by love
They used their strength to rise the violence and the drugs
went home and gave they queens and they kids hugs
If you wanna be free, released the unrest
The and the emptiness just follow me
Help me break down wall of hypocrisy
And we can rise up and prophecy
Faster than a shot of light to ya ground
Love, can help ya and make the pain stop
Love, can open eyes and make the drop
And that's my word - from the to the raindrops

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

[Vers 3 - 2na]
Yo, these kings of writing songs
Ain't with the distinction between right and wrong
Through love we face hate, it's barely a
That the tastes great to a belly full of lies
villains wit' your gangland killin'
Get that same gland fillin' from your man's still in
The mic (his wack poems)? swarms of frivalous fans
Usin' devilous plans, 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 these kids through poems
I stick it to 'em and
Poeticly (aplomb)?, no credit for calm
Theoretically be at
And if need be
On a mission, exposin' the globe-ified on TV, so