Luyện nghe bài hát 2 MPH

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

B]
Comin down grippin grain, diamonds up against the
drop, blades chop, trunk is popped, I'm lookin good
Swangin down the boulevard, chunky deuce, the fifth is
The queen is shotgun and Finger's behind me
So you mind me, I'm just hustling, grindin
My pockets are and my diamonds are blindin
My pistols are loaded and cocked so know I'm ready
die for my family dog but I'll kill for my fair day
R.I.P. to my baby bro, UGK
It ain't no stopping this movement, you lose on the
we keeping it trill, that's from ashes to dust
We got paper to make and fake asses to bust
If you for your hood, and you bangin that Screw
Put your sets in the sky, this one is for you
Keep on keepin it true, fuck and again
Cause we don't play the game to say we play, we to win

Mistah F.A.B. X2]
Leanin to the side, you speed through
Two miles per hour, so everybody you
Ridin by myself, 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 age as me, can you dig?
Ridin down the block, knockin off your wall
Just off my grill made by Paul Wall
Alpine in my grill on blast
Like my boys in Texas, hittin corner on them
Seat laid back, you know how us be
Keep your head up Bun B, in peace Pimp C
A mill' on mine rolled back to back and millionaires we haven't scratched
Rhyme through the hood and habitat, candy paint look like some 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 brought Cali back, just threw some D's on a Cadillac
Smoke so much, got cataracts, rollin up for a matter of fact
F.A.B. get love F.A.B. is at, from the Bay to the South where them slabs is at
Oakland to Houston, only rollin with 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, they see, mixtape money yes they pay me
Mugabe, Inspector G, bring 'em all cause cain't get me
Ten vehicles parked in the yard, your choice, I'll get that key
that jet out to West, let's swang and get our swerve on
Hit that strip in my whip, gon' and let them sexy curves show
Vehicle sittin very low, pimp caddy very slow
They like "Yeah, Chamillionaire, the realest I done holmes"

[Paul
I'm leanin to the sideways, sittin crooked
My Jolly paint got all of the people lookin
I'm beatin the block, givin the streets an ass whoopin
Peep the way a player move, take lil young-un
I'm slow mo', leanin off a potent fo'
Pistol in my lap, another 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, sippin on lean, sippin, on bo'"