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 the boulevard, chunky deuce, the fifth is shinin
The queen is ridin shotgun and Finger's 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 family dog but I'll 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 ashes to dust
We got paper to make and nigga's asses to bust
If you down for your hood, and you bangin that
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

[Hook: F.A.B. X2]
Leanin to the side, you cain't speed
Two per hour, so everybody 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 age as me, can you dig?
Ridin down the block, 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 laid back, you know how us be
your head up Bun B, rest 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, 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 Cali back, just threw some 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, the Bay to the South where them slabs is at
Oakland down to Houston, 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 money yes pay me
Mugabe, G, bring 'em all cause they 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 in my whip, gon' strip and let them sexy curves show
Vehicle sittin very low, pimp that very slow
They like "Yeah, Chamillionaire, the I done heard holmes"

Wall]
I'm leanin to the side sideways, crooked
My Jolly Ratchet 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 I'm just a young hustler all about my doe
Gettin cake and up that paper, I need mo'

X2]

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