Luyện nghe bài hát Hands On The Wheel Freestyle

Crush a bit, bit, roll it up, take a hit
a bit, little bit, roll it up, take a hit
Crush a bit, bit, roll it up, take a hit
Feeling lit, feeling light, 2 AM, summer
Hands on the wheel, uhh, fuck
Hands on the wheel, uhh, that
Hands on the wheel, uhh, fuck that, on the wheel!

[Emilio
She drunk dialin', dialin'
At the same damn time she drunk drivin'
When I answer the call, heard the people
In the "What's that?" "Oh, we alright!"
Now she laughing, brakes start screeching
She starts screaming, her car crashing
Ah shit, I start asking what the fuck had happened and she answer
I start panicking, to the car
But I gotta get the keys and where I parked
And I got to hit police and to tell 'em she
In an accident, I don't want her to be
So I'm speeding, and I'm
In the middle of the street 3:10
And I'm knowin' the clock is ticking
But I'm that I can get there and I beat it
At the scene of the crash and I leave in a
And I didn't even all the keys out the dash
at a flipped SUV in the grass
And a couple broke trees the median smashed
Ah, ah this is bad
Ain't moving, ain't nobody screaming
Ain't sitting in the front anymore
I assume they were thrown the seatbelt
Now the ambulances pull in, and the EMT's all sprinting
Found burnt in that backseat
And driver seem to be missing
They searching and sniffing
Looking at me with eyes that ask
I ain't any answers, though
And so they started getting aggressive,
"Where the at?"
"Do you there's a chance they survived the crash?"
Just smiled
"And the windshield even have a crack
How the hell in God's they MacGyver that?"
Then a siren flash from behind my
I turn around, they clowners behind a badge
Heard a couple rounds a fired gat
And I hit the ground quick and then back
Ah shit, was I involved in?
Who the hell was the that I called in
And how the fuck I end up in a crossfire with assault rifles and
That's one cop down, two cops down, cry for a second then a few rounds
Everybody dead, but my boo right now, now I got to make a right now
I don't wanna be a victim, I don't wanna talk, I don't be a witness
Or accessory to no murder 'cause I with all the wrong bitches
Now I just forget this, skip town then I go on living
But the is I'm involved with her
So bad it's a bitch that I live