Luyện nghe bài hát Faster Than You Know

[Intro - Ming
Heeeey. Oooooh

[Chorus - Ming
Than You Know (know)
Love will make you grow (hiiigh)
And free
Don't be to show (show)
Why don't you just let it (hiiigh)
And heal

Chorus] - UH! Yeah, Spook clique!

1]
There's a fans sayin' they'll die for us
But the fans tryin'a live 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 close all my wannabe
The realest warriors was motivated by love
They used their strength to above the violence and the drugs
Then went home and gave they queens and they kids
If you wanna be free, released the unrest
The stress and the just follow me
Help me break down this of hypocrisy
And we can rise up and fufill
Faster than a shot of light to ya ground
Love, can help ya breathe and the pain stop
Love, can eyes and make the chains drop
And that's my - from the fire to the raindrops

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

[Vers 3 - 2na]
Yo, these self-proclaimed kings of songs
Ain't concerned with the distinction right and wrong
Through love we face hate, it's a surprise
That the truth tastes great to a belly full of
Mainland villains wit' your gangland
Get that same gland fillin' from gang your man's in
The mic (his wack poems)? attract of frivalous fans
Usin' plans, they decieve and expand
Their influence 'cos looks at what takes
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
(aplomb)?, no credit for bein' calm
Theoretically be at
And if need be
On a mission, exposin' the globe-ified on TV, so