Luyện nghe bài hát 2 MPH

"Sippin, sippin on lean, sippin, on bo'"

B]
Comin down grain, diamonds up against the wood
Tops drop, blades chop, trunk is popped, I'm lookin
down the boulevard, chunky deuce, the fifth is shinin
The queen is ridin shotgun and behind me
So never you mind me, I'm hustling, grindin
My pockets are heavy and my are blindin
My pistols are loaded and cocked so know that I'm
I'll die for my family dog but I'll for my fair day
R.I.P. to my baby bro, UGK
It no stopping this movement, you lose on the real
Cause we keeping it trill, that's ashes to dust
We got paper to make and fake nigga's asses to
If you down for your hood, and you that Screw
Put your in the sky, cause this one is for you
Keep on keepin it true, fuck and again
Cause we don't the game to say we play, we play to win

Mistah F.A.B. X2]
Leanin to the side, you cain't speed
Two miles per hour, so everybody you
Ridin by myself, the pistol in the do'
"Sippin, on lean, sippin, sippin on bo'"

F.A.B.]
Candy on my big wheel, man I'm still a kid
Twenty-six, rims same age as me, can you
Ridin down the block, knockin off your wall
Just off my grill made by Paul Wall
speakers in my grill on blast
Like my boys in Texas, hittin on them slabs
laid back, you know how us pimps be
Keep your head up Bun B, in peace Pimp C
A mill' on mine rolled back to and young millionaires we haven't scratched
Rhyme through the hood and habitat, paint look like some cabbage patch
Haters hot, they mad at that, Chamillionaire, how F.A.B. get
Two dimes in a car, how bad is that? of the jungle, you an alley cat
Prince of the coast Cali back, just threw some D's on a Cadillac
Smoke so much, got cataracts, been rollin up for a matter of
F.A.B. get love F.A.B. is at, from the Bay to the South where them slabs is at
Oakland down to Houston, rollin with them savage cats

X2]

[Chamillionaire (Over Hook: mayne, yeah)]
It's gon' be, F-A-C, T to the Feds mess with me
And F-A-B, they see, mixtape money yes they pay me
Mugabe, Inspector G, 'em all cause they cain't get me
Ten vehicles parked in the yard, pick choice, I'll get that key
Take that jet out to West, let's and get our swerve on
Hit that in my whip, gon' strip and let them sexy curves show
Vehicle sittin very low, pimp that caddy slow
like "Yeah, Chamillionaire, the realest I done heard holmes"

[Paul
I'm leanin to the side sideways, sittin
My Jolly Ratchet paint got all of the lookin
I'm beatin down the block, givin the an ass whoopin
Peep the way a player move, notes lil young-un
I'm movin mo', leanin off a potent fo'
in my lap, plus another one in the side do'
You know I'm a young hustler all about my doe
Gettin and stackin up that paper, I need mo'

X2]

"Sippin, sippin on lean, sippin, on bo'"