Luyện nghe bài hát Faster Than You Know

[Intro - Xia]
Heeeey. yeah

[Chorus - Ming
Faster You Know (know)
will only make you grow (hiiigh)
And free
be scared to show (show)
Why you just let it flow? (hiiigh)
And yoooooou

[Over - UH! Yeah, Spook clique!

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

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

[Vers 3 - 2na]
Yo, these kings of writing songs
Ain't concerned with the distinction between right and
Through love we face hate, it's a surprise
That the truth tastes great to a belly full of
Mainland villains wit' your killin'
Get that same gland fillin' from gang your still in
The mic (his wack poems)? attract of frivalous fans
Usin' plans, they decieve and expand
Their influence looks at what takes precedence
Pockets are desolate, but you rock a neck-a-lace
Competin' with Mrs.
Completes the message sent to these kids wicked poems
I stick it to 'em and
Poeticly (aplomb)?, no for bein' calm
be at arms
And fightin' if be
On a mission, the malnutrition globe-ified on TV, so