Luyện nghe bài hát 2 MPH

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

B]
Comin down grippin grain, up against the wood
Tops drop, blades chop, trunk is popped, I'm lookin
Swangin down the boulevard, chunky deuce, the fifth is
The queen is ridin shotgun and Finger's me
So you mind me, I'm just hustling, grindin
My pockets are heavy and my are blindin
My pistols are loaded and cocked so know that I'm
I'll die for my 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
Cause we keeping it trill, that's ashes to dust
We got paper to and fake nigga's asses to bust
If you down for your hood, and you that Screw
Put your in the sky, cause this one is for you
Keep on keepin it true, fuck and again
Cause we don't play the to say we play, we play to win

Mistah F.A.B. X2]
Leanin to the side, you cain't speed
Two miles per hour, so sees you
Ridin by myself, the pistol in the do'
"Sippin, sippin on lean, sippin, on bo'"

F.A.B.]
Candy on my big wheel, yeah man I'm a kid
Twenty-six, rims same age as me, can you
down the block, knockin pictures off your wall
Just showin off my grill made by Paul
Alpine speakers in my on blast
Like my boys in Texas, hittin corner on slabs
Seat laid back, you know how us be
Keep your head up Bun B, rest in peace C
A mill' on mine rolled back to back and young millionaires we scratched
through the hood and habitat, candy paint look like some cabbage patch
Haters hot, they mad at that, Chamillionaire, how F.A.B. get
Two dimes in a car, how bad is King of the jungle, you an alley cat
Prince of the coast brought back, just threw some D's on a Cadillac
Smoke so much, got cataracts, been rollin up for a of fact
F.A.B. get love where F.A.B. is at, the Bay to the South where 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 mess with me
And F-A-B, when they see, mixtape yes they pay me
Mugabe, G, bring 'em all cause they cain't 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 show
Vehicle sittin low, pimp that caddy very slow
like "Yeah, Chamillionaire, the realest I done heard holmes"

[Paul
I'm leanin to the side sideways, crooked
My Jolly paint got all of the people lookin
I'm down the block, givin the streets an ass whoopin
Peep the way a move, take notes lil young-un
I'm movin slow mo', leanin off a fo'
Pistol in my lap, another one in the side do'
You I'm just a young hustler all about my doe
Gettin cake and stackin up that paper, I mo'

X2]

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