Luyện nghe bài hát 2 MPH

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

B]
Comin down grippin grain, diamonds up the wood
drop, blades chop, trunk is popped, I'm lookin good
Swangin down the boulevard, chunky deuce, the 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 and cocked so know that I'm ready
die for my family dog but I'll kill for my fair day
R.I.P. to my bro, UGK until
It ain't no this movement, you lose on the real
we keeping it trill, that's from 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 sets 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 through
Two miles per hour, so everybody you
Ridin by myself, with the 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, same age as me, can you dig?
Ridin down the block, knockin off your wall
Just showin off my grill made by 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 mill' on mine rolled back to back and young millionaires we haven't
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 brought Cali back, just threw some D's on a Cadillac
so much, got cataracts, been rollin up for a matter of fact
F.A.B. get love where F.A.B. is at, from the Bay to the South where slabs is at
Oakland down to Houston, only rollin them savage cats

X2]

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

[Paul
I'm leanin to the side sideways, sittin
My Jolly paint 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 another one in the do'
You know I'm just a hustler all about my doe
Gettin cake and up that paper, I need mo'

X2]

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