Luyện nghe bài hát Benz Or Beemer

{"It all started at an accident on Bankhead and Ash Street.
It's not clear if the suspect caused it; it is he wielded
a hammer and ..... to get out of his car."}

Verse One: Big Boi

Yeah yeah it
From alligator belts to patty I be that smoothest nigga
So hwo do you figga Atlant don't be pullin dem triggas
The Southernplayalistic pimp is up in this
Man, my folkers up on that track, complimentin that
See one is for the two is for my niggaz who jack
Niggaz ain't takin that shit no mo' got big Benz and Cadillac
My gat is in my lap, so whatchu wanna be startin
I'm up on Jeffrey's Dahmer grave that cracker was foul

Too close for comfort, too to home
Too close to be yo ass so hey why don't you get yo' own
As long, as I got this
People see that we can be on top of things without
another sorrow, I know it seems it ain't enough to go around
But keep on on like Goodie Mob cause it's a better day tomorrow
all I can say, can't tell the future
Tomorrow's another day but today, they might shoot you
For your ride, fuck pride, hah better be out your seat
Quick and with a happy face before you bleed
Ask me, if that material is worth yo' life
I don't know about yours but if so you smokin pipes

Verse Andre, Big Boi

Deep in the dungeon for these many
Amongst the Dragon as we pass around dem blunts
Had to cut it out like Cheers, but for years I used to em
Gettin deep in my thoughts just to get off my sternum
Chest/chess, I never but made many a moves
I still blame it on session cause I can't the due
I guess, I that gettin a Benz is out of the question
The world is yellin Hoo but in my pockets nuthin but
gum and lint, to sum the shit, of I'm
Nothin but hope, so Big Boi, em what you toke

I'm travellin up to Jersey with keys off in my trunk
And thinkin of startin the ways to get motherfucker krunk
See yes I be that nigga that with sess off in my chest
Smokin and tokin them token blacks, wanted to test
See strong niggaz survive and the weak niggaz die
I never fuck no bitch, I stop eatin that pig sty
Be that Lo-Jack cause the Fleetwood has been stolen
Campalton is open, the B-I-G has spoken
Cause it's like

Verse Big Boi, Andre

I got these thoughts, similar to the ones that call in the
Up in the Benz is where I be doin about a miles
The world is UP how these niggaz be drivin drunk
Vehicular homicide with their off in your trunk
To me the cards is not belong I use strong arm robbery
spree, look at me, W-M-B
Backwards, takin you to the cha cha with verses
Comin around the make you sleep off in dem hearses
I got a of wisdom, for those who must be zest
be needin a physical therapist, cause you can't fuck with this

While you sat down by the seashore thinkin about seashells
I was around the corner from Hills thinkin about the V-12
But maybe not for long because I just done the light
I'm my screwdriver so see I'm gon' be alright
Just moving the wheel side to side like a slalom
Now I ain't got no I'm just breakin the steerin column
I spot him, in the middle of the MARTA lot
I'm hearin a voice in the of my head yellin "Andre stop!"
But do I stop, naw I figure it's a up
But now I'm goin down cause the folks run up
DAMN!!!

{"These days, the best way to with a car jacker
is to give them what they want."}