Luyện nghe bài hát 2 MPH

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

B]
Comin grippin grain, diamonds up against the wood
Tops drop, chop, trunk is popped, I'm lookin good
down the boulevard, chunky deuce, the fifth is shinin
The queen is shotgun and Finger's behind me
So you mind me, I'm just hustling, grindin
My pockets are and my diamonds are blindin
My pistols are loaded and cocked so know that I'm
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 movement, you lose on the real
Cause we keeping it trill, that's from to dust
We got paper to make and fake nigga's 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 it true, fuck 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 cain't through
Two miles per hour, so everybody you
Ridin by myself, 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, knockin pictures off your
Just showin off my grill by Paul Wall
Alpine speakers in my on blast
Like my boys in Texas, corner on them slabs
laid back, you know how us pimps be
Keep head up Bun B, rest in peace Pimp C
A mill' on mine rolled back to and young millionaires we haven't scratched
Rhyme through the hood and habitat, candy paint like some cabbage patch
Haters hot, mad at that, Chamillionaire, how F.A.B. get that?
Two in a car, how bad is that? King 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, from the Bay to the South where them is at
Oakland down to Houston, only rollin with them 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 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 strip in my whip, gon' strip and let them sexy curves show
Vehicle sittin very low, pimp that very slow
They "Yeah, Chamillionaire, the realest I done heard 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 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 hustler all my doe
Gettin and stackin up that paper, I need mo'

X2]

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