Luyện nghe bài hát 2 MPH

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

B]
Comin down grain, diamonds up against the wood
drop, blades chop, trunk is popped, I'm lookin good
Swangin down the boulevard, chunky deuce, the fifth is
The queen is ridin shotgun and Finger's 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 I'm ready
I'll die for my family dog but kill 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 from ashes to
We got paper to make and fake nigga's to bust
If you down for hood, and you bangin that Screw
Put sets in the sky, cause this one is for you
Keep on keepin it true, fuck haters and
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 sees you
Ridin by myself, with the in the do'
"Sippin, on lean, sippin, sippin on bo'"

F.A.B.]
Candy on my big wheel, yeah man I'm a kid
Twenty-six, same age as me, can you dig?
Ridin down the block, knockin pictures off your
Just off my grill made by Paul Wall
speakers in my grill on blast
Like my boys in Texas, hittin on them slabs
Seat back, you know how us pimps be
Keep your head up Bun B, in peace Pimp C
A mill' on mine rolled back to back and young millionaires we scratched
Rhyme through the hood and habitat, candy paint look like some cabbage
hot, they mad at that, Chamillionaire, how F.A.B. get that?
Two dimes in a car, how bad is King of the jungle, you an alley 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 matter of
F.A.B. get love where F.A.B. is at, from the Bay to the where them slabs is at
Oakland 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 mess 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 in the yard, pick your choice, I'll get that key
Take that jet out to West, swang and get our swerve on
Hit that strip in my whip, gon' strip and let them curves show
Vehicle sittin very low, pimp that caddy slow
They "Yeah, Chamillionaire, the realest I done heard holmes"

[Paul
I'm to the side sideways, sittin crooked
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, take 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 just a hustler all about my doe
Gettin cake and up that paper, I need mo'

X2]

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