Luyện nghe bài hát Hands On The Wheel Freestyle

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

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She dialin', drunk dialin'
At the damn time that she drunk drivin'
When I answer the call, heard the wildin'
In the "What's that?" "Oh, we alright!"
Now she start laughing, brakes screeching
She starts screaming, heard her car
Ah shit, I start asking what the fuck had happened and she don't
I panicking, running to the car
But I get the keys and remember where I parked
And I got to hit police and to tell 'em she
In an accident, I want her to be harmed
So I'm speeding, and I'm
In the of the street 'round 3:10
And I'm knowin' that the clock is
But I'm hoping that I can get and I beat it
At the of the crash and I leave in a flash
And I even take all the keys out the dash
Looking at a flipped SUV in the
And a couple trees with the median smashed
Ah, ah jeez is bad
nobody moving, ain't nobody screaming
Ain't nobody sitting in the anymore
I assume they thrown from the seatbelt
Now the ambulances in, and the EMT's they all sprinting
Found burnt in that backseat
And that driver seem to be
started searching and sniffing
Looking at me eyes that ask questions
I ain't any answers, though
And so started getting aggressive, like
"Where the at?"
"Do you think a chance they survived the crash?"
Just back
"And the windshield didn't even have a
How the hell in God's name they that?"
Then a siren from behind my back
I turn around, they were behind a badge
a couple rounds from a fired gat
And I hit the ground quick and then fired
Ah shit, what was I in?
Who the hell was the that I called in
And how the fuck I end up in a crossfire with rifles and marksmen?
That's one cop down, two down, cry for a second then a few more rounds
Everybody dead, but my boo now, now I got to make a move right now
I don't wanna be a victim, I don't wanna talk, I don't wanna be a
Or accessory to no murder 'cause I fuck with all the bitches
Now I wanna 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 with