Luyện nghe bài hát Faster Than You Know

[Intro - Ming
Heeeey. Oooooh

[Chorus - Xia]
Faster Than You (know)
will only make you grow (hiiigh)
And yoooooou
Don't be scared to (show)
Why don't you just let it (hiiigh)
And heal

[Over Chorus] - UH! Yeah, clique!

1]
There's a lotta fans they'll die for us
But where's the fans live for us?
For real, clean up the and raise some kids for us
we don't need you gettin' high and doin' bids for us
And listen up close all my thugs
The warriors was always motivated by love
They used their strength to rise the violence and the drugs
Then went home and gave they queens and they kids
If you wanna be free, released from the
The and the emptiness just follow me
Help me break down wall of hypocrisy
And we can up and fufill prophecy
Faster a shot of light to ya ground shot
Love, can help ya breathe and the pain stop
Love, can eyes and make the chains drop
And that's my word - from the to the raindrops

[Verse 2 - Water]
Yo, Yo
Some are fakin', off-stage a "wanksta"
Displayin' they prankster, claimin' they
Naww! All the thugs are dead or in jail
Sweatin' in cells, your man Terelle is now
We laughin' at Rell, runnin' round "bout society fell"
With two fakes and chewin' on
And castin' too hard when explainin'
Playin' wit' they children, vexin' our
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 like 'em ornaments
So stop the foolishness!
The love movement, we
and brought to you, Spooks by the door

[Vers 3 - Chali
Yo, these self-proclaimed kings of songs
Ain't concerned with the distinction between right and
Through love we face hate, barely a surprise
That the tastes great to a belly full of lies
Mainland wit' your gangland killin'
Get that same gland fillin' from gang man's still in
The mic (his wack poems)? attract swarms of fans
Usin' devilous plans, decieve and expand
Their influence 'cos looks at what precedence
Pockets are desolate, but you rock a neck-a-lace
with Mrs. Jones
Completes the message sent to these kids through wicked
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