Luyện nghe bài hát Hands On The Wheel Freestyle

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

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She dialin', drunk dialin'
At the same time that she drunk drivin'
When I answer the call, the people wildin'
In the "What's that?" "Oh, we alright!"
Now she start laughing, brakes screeching
She starts screaming, her car crashing
Ah shit, I asking what the fuck had happened and she don't answer
I start panicking, to the car
But I gotta get the keys and remember I parked
And I got to hit police and to tell 'em she
In an accident, I don't her to be harmed
So I'm speeding, and I'm
In the middle of the 'round 3:10
And I'm knowin' that the is ticking
But I'm that I can get there and I beat it
At the of the crash and I leave in a flash
And I didn't even take all the out the dash
Looking at a flipped SUV in the
And a couple broke trees with the median
Ah, ah this is bad
Ain't nobody moving, nobody screaming
Ain't nobody sitting in the anymore
I assume they thrown from the seatbelt
Now the ambulances pull in, and the they all sprinting
bodies burnt in that backseat
And driver seem to be missing
They started and sniffing
Looking at me with that ask questions
I have any answers, though
And so they started getting aggressive,
"Where the at?"
"Do you think there's a chance survived the crash?"
Just smiled
"And the windshield didn't have a crack
How the hell in God's they MacGyver that?"
Then a siren from behind my back
I turn around, they clowners behind a badge
Heard a couple from a fired gat
And I hit the ground quick and then fired
Ah shit, what was I in?
Who the was the woman that I called in
And how the fuck I end up in a with assault rifles and marksmen?
one cop down, two cops 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 with all the wrong bitches
Now I just wanna forget this, skip town I go on living
But the problem is I'm involved her
So bad it's a bitch that I live