Luyện nghe bài hát 2 MPH

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

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

Mistah F.A.B. X2]
Leanin to the side, you speed through
Two miles per hour, so sees you
by myself, with the pistol in the do'
"Sippin, sippin on lean, sippin, on bo'"

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

X2]

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

Wall]
I'm to the side sideways, sittin crooked
My Jolly Ratchet paint got all of the lookin
I'm beatin down the block, the streets an ass whoopin
the way a player move, take notes lil young-un
I'm movin slow mo', off a potent fo'
Pistol in my lap, plus one in the side do'
You know I'm just a hustler all about my doe
Gettin cake and stackin up paper, I need mo'

X2]

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