Luyện nghe bài hát 2 MPH

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

B]
Comin grippin grain, diamonds 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 behind me
So you mind me, I'm just hustling, grindin
My are heavy and my diamonds are blindin
My are loaded and cocked so know that I'm ready
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 on the real
Cause we keeping it trill, that's from ashes to
We got paper to make and nigga's asses to bust
If you for your hood, and you bangin that Screw
Put your in the sky, cause this one is for you
Keep on keepin it true, fuck haters and
Cause we don't play the game to say we play, we to win

[Hook: 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, yeah man I'm a kid
Twenty-six, rims same age as me, can you
Ridin down the block, knockin pictures off wall
Just off my grill made by Paul Wall
speakers in my grill on blast
Like my boys in Texas, hittin on them slabs
laid back, you know how us pimps be
Keep your head up Bun B, rest in Pimp C
A mill' on mine back to back and young millionaires we haven't scratched
Rhyme 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 that? King of the jungle, you an cat
Prince of the brought Cali 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 where F.A.B. is at, from the Bay to the South where them slabs is at
Oakland down to Houston, only rollin 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 parked in the yard, pick 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 sexy curves show
Vehicle sittin very low, pimp caddy very slow
They "Yeah, Chamillionaire, the realest I done heard holmes"

Wall]
I'm to the side sideways, sittin crooked
My Ratchet 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 slow mo', leanin off a fo'
Pistol in my lap, another one in the side do'
You know I'm just a young all about my doe
Gettin cake and up that paper, I need mo'

X2]

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