Luyện nghe bài hát Faster Than You Know

[Intro - Ming
Heeeey. Oooooh

[Chorus - Xia]
Faster Than You (know)
Love will only make you (hiiigh)
And free
be scared to show (show)
Why you just let it flow? (hiiigh)
And heal

[Over - UH! Yeah, Spook clique!

1]
There's a lotta sayin' they'll die for us
But where's the fans tryin'a for us?
For real, clean up the block and some kids for us
'Cos we don't you gettin' high and doin' bids for us
And listen up all my wannabe thugs
The realest warriors was always by love
used their strength to rise above the violence and the drugs
Then went home and gave they queens and they hugs
If you wanna be free, released from the
The stress and the just follow me
Help me break this wall of hypocrisy
And we can up and fufill prophecy
than a shot 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 - the fire to the raindrops

[Verse 2 - Water]
Yo, Yo
Some dudes are fakin', 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"
two fakes and chewin' on nails
And castin' too hard when explainin'
Playin' wit' children, vexin' our women
flexin' as villains
I'm not buyin' so the nonsense
You paid to lie in
A made man, but in the fabricated
You hear with the intent to benefit
and when you repent
to sell your soul up in cement
Time is well when you present
the love over to rock like 'em ornaments
So stop the foolishness!
The love movement, we
and brought to you, sittin' by the door

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