Luyện nghe bài hát Faster Than You Know

[Intro - Ming
Heeeey. yeah

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

Chorus] - UH! Yeah, Spook clique!

1]
There's a lotta sayin' they'll die for us
But where's the tryin'a live for us?
For real, up the block and raise some kids for us
'Cos we don't need you gettin' high and bids for us
And listen up close all my thugs
The realest was always motivated by love
used their strength to rise above the violence and the drugs
Then went home and gave queens and they kids hugs
If you wanna be free, from the unrest
The stress and the just follow me
Help me down this 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 make the stop
Love, can open eyes and make the drop
And that's my word - the fire to the raindrops

[Verse 2 - Water
Yo, Yo
dudes are fakin', off-stage a "wanksta"
Displayin' prankster, claimin' they gansgter
Naww! All the thugs are dead or in jail
Sweatin' in cells, your man Terelle is now
We laughin' at Rell, runnin' round yellin "bout fell"
With two fakes and chewin' on
And too hard when explainin' feelings
Playin' wit' they children, our women
flexin' as villains
I'm not so save the nonsense
You paid to lie in
A man, but in the fabricated sense
You gotta with the intent to benefit
and when you repent
to sell your soul up in cement
is well spent when you present
the love over torment to rock like 'em
So stop the foolishness!
The movement, we explored
and brought to you, Spooks by the door

[Vers 3 - Chali
Yo, these self-proclaimed of writing songs
Ain't with the distinction between right and wrong
Through love we face hate, barely a surprise
the truth tastes great to a belly full of lies
Mainland villains your gangland killin'
Get that same gland fillin' from gang your man's in
The mic (his wack poems)? attract swarms of fans
Usin' plans, they decieve and expand
Their influence 'cos looks at what precedence
Pockets are desolate, but you rock a ridiculous
Competin' with Mrs.
the message sent to these kids through 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 malnutrition on TV, so