Luyện nghe bài hát Faster Than You Know

[Intro - Xia]
Heeeey. Oooooh

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

[Over Chorus] - UH! Yeah, 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' and doin' bids for us
And up close all my wannabe thugs
The realest was always motivated by love
They used their to rise above the violence and the drugs
Then home and gave they queens and they kids hugs
If you wanna be free, released the unrest
The stress and the just follow me
Help me break this wall of hypocrisy
And we can rise up and fufill
Faster than a of light to ya ground shot
Love, can help ya and make the pain stop
Love, can open eyes and the chains drop
And my word - from the fire to the raindrops

[Verse 2 - Water
Yo, Yo
Some dudes are fakin', a "wanksta"
Displayin' they prankster, claimin' they
Naww! All the real thugs are or in jail
Sweatin' in cells, your man is now madamoiselle
We laughin' at Rell, round yellin "bout society fell"
With two fakes and chewin' on
And castin' too when explainin' feelings
Playin' wit' children, vexin' our women
flexin' as villains
I'm not buyin' so save the
You paid to lie in
A made man, but in the sense
You gotta hear the intent to benefit
and feel you repent
to never sell your soul up in
Time is well spent when you
the love over torment to rock 'em ornaments
So with the foolishness!
The movement, we explored
and to you, Spooks sittin' by the door

[Vers 3 - Chali
Yo, these self-proclaimed kings of songs
Ain't concerned with the distinction between right and
Through we face hate, it's barely a surprise
That the truth tastes great to a belly full of
villains wit' your gangland killin'
Get that same gland fillin' from gang your man's 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 rock a ridiculous
Competin' Mrs. Jones
Completes the message sent to kids through wicked poems
I it to 'em and re-inform
Poeticly (aplomb)?, no for bein' calm
Theoretically be at
And fightin' if be
On a mission, the malnutrition globe-ified on TV, so