Luyện nghe bài hát F.A.S.T. Ride

(Intro)
(You know my Uncle said,
"You look like you shot at and missed
at and hit"

(Hook)
On that ass,
Bumpin funky-ass shit to ride to
Yeah, and I be bumpin funky-ass shit to ride to
Yeah, on that ass,
And I be bumpin funky-ass shit to ride to
Trunk Muzik, this funky-ass shit to ride to

(Verse 1)
Yello can in my hand,
Mullet hawk,
folks dont talk much
They just get to work:
Chainsaw, axe, knife, cut firewood, burn, logs,
Sleepin bag by the bricks: me the fly, Im on some shit
this out with two sticks
Soup a high school Coupe for new
Zoom, make mummies jealous from a tomb
twice if you feel it
Born to rip, I shouldve
Perforated by the rings like a notebook
Squares want an artery blocked when Im
Circulated, nerds are in, Urkel it
Ill slap Urkel, take his lunch
Punks they run me, drunk and upset
But I dont run clumsy, a perp
A one, two, Im at the Chelsea Hotel
Like Sid & Nancy with the knife, and two grams of
me the dizzies, fee, fee, fuck me
Please oh please dont
Just give me the keys and crank beat
Cause I might up and straight dry heave
But believe, oh believe Im cold, Imma freeze this
Freon, frickin neon, thats me glowing in a snowstorm
Look here, we in streets like a pair of Nikes
Well, I might be more a pair of nice jeans, cause Im

(Hook)
On that ass,
this funky-ass shit to ride to
Yeah, and I be bumpin this shit to ride to
Yeah, on that ass,
And I be bumpin this shit to ride to
Trunk Muzik, bumpin this funky-ass shit to to

(Verse 2)
So whats
Been on shit, wheres the atlas?
Thumbtack it, Cackalack it, Alabama has it, go
Relax in a box train, perhaps Im playin Relapse
Boss, saw the gem in him
Oh, me? Yeah, who
toss the white trash out the window
Now Im in a ditch like broken
Empty bottles and stolen
This one is for all my
Yeah, em in, though
Out the rain, a friend for?
Word, oh for sure, yours truly, at the
Had to add a syllable to word
Country, but, oh, of
Bitches go for certainly, no need to be coerced
Odd economy, dont need no nine-nine-nine-nine-nine and I
Just the na, na, na, na, hey, hey, hey, goodbye, and hey, roll
hoes are no good, pills are okay
I just get high, fuck what you say
Wild, the pen-play kind of like a sword
a big bitch, bow to sensei
Motherfuckin bitch, its pay rent day
Do I not look my name was MJ
One glove and a fuckin of penny loafers
And I moonwalk on the like Billy Jean is not my friend, no

(Hook)
On that ass,
Bumpin this shit to ride to
Yeah, and I be bumpin this funky-ass shit to to
Yeah, on ass, bitch
And I be this funky-ass shit to ride to
Trunk Muzik, bumpin this shit to ride to

(Outro)
yeah
Bumpin this funky-ass to ride to
On that ass,
Bumpin this funky-ass shit to to
On ass, ho
this funky-ass shit to ride to
Yeah, Im on my now
Yeah, Im on my now
Yeah, Im on my now
Yeah, Im on my now
Yeah, Im on my now
Yeah, Im on my now
go, lets go, lets go
Lets go, go, lets go
go, lets go
Yeah, Im on my now
Im on my now
Im on my now
Im on my now
Im on my
Yeah, Im on my now
Im on my now
go!