Luyện nghe bài hát 2 MPH

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

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

[Hook: F.A.B. X2]
to the side, you cain't 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, rims same age as me, can you
Ridin down the block, pictures off your wall
Just off my grill made by Paul Wall
Alpine speakers in my grill on
Like my in Texas, hittin corner on them slabs
laid back, you know how us pimps be
Keep your head up Bun B, rest in peace C
A mill' on mine rolled to back and young millionaires we haven't scratched
through the hood and habitat, candy paint look like some 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 threw D's on a Cadillac
Smoke so much, got cataracts, been rollin up for a of fact
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, only rollin with them cats

X2]

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

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

X2]

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