Luyện nghe bài hát F.A.S.T. Ride

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

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

(Verse 1)
Mello can in my hand,
Mullet hawk,
Country folks dont much
just get to work: sawdust
Chainsaw, axe, knife, cut firewood, burn, logs,
Sleepin bag by the bricks: call me the fly, Im on shit
Drum this out with two
Soup a school Coupe for new kicks
Zoom, raps make mummies from a tomb
twice if you feel it
Born to rip, I been
Perforated by the like a Mead notebook
Squares want an artery when Im around
Circulated, are in, Urkel made it
Ill Urkel, take his lunch money
Punks they run from me, and upset
But I dont run clumsy, punch a
A one, two, three: Im at the Hotel
Like Sid & with the knife, and two grams of candy
me the dizzies, fee, fee, fuck me
Please oh dont leave
Just give me the keys and crank that
Cause I double 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 these streets like a pair of
Well, I might be more a pair of nice jeans, cause Im

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

(Verse 2)
So new?
on that shit, wheres the atlas?
Thumbtack it, South it, Alabama has it, go
Relax in a box train, perhaps Im playin Relapse
Boss, saw the gem in him
Oh, me? Yeah, who
Just toss the white out the window
Now Im in a ditch like broken
bottles and stolen rentals
This one is for all my
Yeah, bring em in,
Out the rain, whats a for?
Word, oh for sure, yours truly, at the
Had to add a syllable to word
Country, but, oh, of
Bitches go berserk for certainly, no to be coerced
Odd economy, dont need no nine-nine-nine-nine-nine and I
the na, na, na, na, hey, hey, hey, goodbye, and hey, lets roll
These hoes are no good, pills are
I just wanna get high, fuck you say
Wild, the pen-play of like a samurai sword
With a big bitch, bow to
Motherfuckin bitch, its pay rent day
Do I not look like my was MJ
One glove and a pair of penny loafers
And I moonwalk on the tempo 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 bumpin this funky-ass to ride to
Trunk Muzik, bumpin this funky-ass shit to to

(Outro)
yeah
Bumpin this funky-ass shit to to
On ass, bitch
Bumpin this funky-ass to ride to
On ass, ho
Bumpin this funky-ass shit to 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!