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 good
Swangin down the boulevard, deuce, the fifth is shinin
The queen is ridin shotgun and behind me
So never you me, I'm just hustling, grindin
My are heavy and my diamonds are blindin
My pistols are and cocked so know that I'm ready
I'll die for my family dog but I'll for my fair day
R.I.P. to my bro, UGK until
It ain't no stopping this movement, you lose on the
Cause we keeping it trill, that's from ashes to
We got paper to make and fake 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 sees you
Ridin by myself, the pistol 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, rims same age as me, can you
down the block, knockin pictures off your wall
Just off my grill made by Paul Wall
speakers in my grill on blast
Like my boys in Texas, corner on them slabs
Seat back, you know how us pimps be
Keep your head up Bun B, rest in Pimp C
A mill' on mine rolled back to and young millionaires we haven't scratched
Rhyme through the hood and habitat, paint look like some cabbage patch
hot, they mad at that, Chamillionaire, how F.A.B. get that?
Two dimes in a car, how bad is that? of the jungle, you an alley cat
Prince of the coast brought Cali back, just threw some D's on a
Smoke so much, got cataracts, been rollin up for a matter of
F.A.B. get love F.A.B. is at, from the Bay to the South where them slabs is at
down to Houston, only rollin with them savage cats

X2]

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

[Paul
I'm leanin to the side sideways, crooked
My Jolly Ratchet paint got all of the people
I'm beatin down the block, 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 young all about my doe
Gettin cake and stackin up that paper, I mo'

X2]

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