Luyện nghe bài hát 2 MPH

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

B]
Comin down grippin grain, diamonds up the wood
Tops drop, blades chop, trunk is popped, I'm lookin
down the boulevard, chunky deuce, the fifth is shinin
The is ridin shotgun and Finger's behind me
So never you mind me, I'm hustling, grindin
My are heavy and my diamonds are blindin
My pistols are loaded and cocked so know I'm ready
die for my family dog but I'll kill for my fair day
R.I.P. to my bro, UGK until
It ain't no stopping movement, you lose on the real
Cause we keeping it trill, from ashes to dust
We got paper to make and fake nigga's asses to
If you down for your hood, and you bangin Screw
Put sets in the sky, cause this one is for you
Keep on keepin it true, haters 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 speed through
Two miles per hour, so everybody 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, knockin off your wall
Just off my grill made by Paul Wall
Alpine speakers in my grill on
Like my boys in Texas, hittin corner on them
Seat laid back, you 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
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 coast brought Cali back, just threw some D's on a
Smoke so much, got cataracts, been up for a matter 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 with them savage

X2]

[Chamillionaire (Over Chamillitary mayne, yeah)]
It's gon' be, F-A-C, T to the Feds gon' mess me
And F-A-B, when see, mixtape money yes they pay me
Mugabe, Inspector G, bring 'em all cause they get me
Ten vehicles parked in the yard, pick your choice, 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 sexy curves
Vehicle sittin low, pimp that caddy very slow
They like "Yeah, Chamillionaire, the realest I heard holmes"

Wall]
I'm leanin to the side sideways, crooked
My Jolly Ratchet paint got all of the lookin
I'm down the block, givin the streets an ass whoopin
Peep the way a player move, take notes lil
I'm slow mo', leanin off a potent fo'
Pistol in my lap, plus 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'"