Luyện nghe bài hát 2 MPH

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

B]
Comin down grippin grain, diamonds up against the
Tops drop, blades chop, trunk is popped, I'm good
Swangin down the boulevard, chunky deuce, the fifth is
The queen is ridin shotgun and behind me
So never you me, I'm just hustling, grindin
My pockets are and my diamonds are blindin
My pistols are loaded and cocked so that I'm ready
I'll die for my dog but I'll kill for my fair day
R.I.P. to my bro, UGK until
It no stopping this movement, you lose on the real
Cause we it trill, that's from ashes to dust
We got to make and fake nigga's asses to bust
If you down for hood, and you bangin 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 per hour, so everybody sees you
by myself, with the pistol in the do'
"Sippin, sippin on lean, sippin, on bo'"

F.A.B.]
Candy on my big wheel, man I'm still a kid
Twenty-six, rims same age as me, can you
Ridin down the block, pictures off your wall
Just showin off my grill made by Wall
Alpine speakers in my on blast
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 back and young millionaires we haven't
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 King of the jungle, you an alley cat
Prince of the coast brought Cali back, 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, from the Bay to the South where them is at
Oakland to Houston, only rollin with them savage cats

X2]

[Chamillionaire (Over Hook: 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 cain't get me
Ten vehicles parked in the yard, pick choice, I'll get that key
that jet out to West, let's swang and get our swerve on
Hit that strip in my whip, gon' and let them sexy curves show
Vehicle very low, pimp that caddy very slow
They like "Yeah, Chamillionaire, the realest I heard holmes"

[Paul
I'm leanin to the side sideways, sittin
My Jolly Ratchet paint got all of the lookin
I'm beatin the block, givin the streets an ass whoopin
Peep the way a player move, take notes lil
I'm movin mo', leanin off a potent fo'
Pistol in my lap, plus another one in the do'
You know I'm just a young hustler all my doe
Gettin cake and stackin up that paper, I mo'

X2]

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