Luyện nghe bài hát 2 MPH

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

B]
Comin down grain, diamonds up against the wood
Tops drop, blades chop, trunk is popped, I'm lookin
Swangin down the boulevard, deuce, the fifth is shinin
The is ridin shotgun and Finger's behind me
So never you mind me, I'm just hustling,
My pockets are and my diamonds are blindin
My pistols are and cocked so know that I'm ready
die for my family dog but I'll kill for my fair day
R.I.P. to my baby bro, UGK
It no stopping this 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 for your hood, and you bangin that Screw
Put your sets in the sky, cause one is for you
Keep on keepin it true, fuck haters and
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 miles per hour, so sees you
Ridin by myself, with the 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
Ridin the block, knockin pictures off your wall
Just showin off my grill made by Paul
Alpine speakers in my on blast
Like my boys in Texas, hittin corner on them
Seat back, you know how us pimps be
Keep your up Bun B, rest in peace Pimp C
A mill' on mine rolled back to back and young millionaires we haven't
Rhyme through the hood and habitat, candy paint look like cabbage 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 brought Cali back, just threw D's on a Cadillac
so much, got cataracts, been rollin up for a matter of fact
F.A.B. get love where F.A.B. is at, from the Bay to the South where them is at
Oakland down to Houston, rollin with them savage cats

X2]

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

Wall]
I'm leanin to the side sideways, sittin
My Jolly Ratchet got all of the people lookin
I'm down the block, givin the streets an ass whoopin
Peep the way a player move, take notes lil
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 hustler all about my doe
Gettin and stackin up that paper, I need mo'

X2]

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