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 good
Swangin down the boulevard, chunky deuce, the is shinin
The queen is shotgun and Finger's behind me
So never you mind me, I'm 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 family dog but 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 to bust
If you down for your hood, and you that Screw
Put sets in the sky, cause this one is for you
Keep on keepin it true, haters and again
Cause we play the game to say we play, we play to win

[Hook: F.A.B. X2]
Leanin to the side, you cain't through
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, man I'm still a kid
Twenty-six, rims same age as me, can you
down the block, knockin pictures off your wall
Just showin off my made by Paul Wall
speakers in my grill on blast
Like my in Texas, hittin corner on them slabs
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 scratched
Rhyme the hood and habitat, candy paint look 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 brought Cali back, just some D's on a Cadillac
Smoke so much, got cataracts, been rollin up for a of fact
F.A.B. get love F.A.B. is at, from the Bay to the South where them slabs is at
down to Houston, only rollin with them savage cats

X2]

[Chamillionaire (Over Hook: mayne, yeah)]
gon' be, F-A-C, T to the Feds gon' mess with me
And F-A-B, when see, mixtape money yes they pay me
Mugabe, Inspector G, bring 'em all cause they get me
Ten parked in the yard, pick your choice, I'll get that key
Take that jet out to West, let's and get our swerve on
Hit that strip in my whip, gon' strip and let sexy curves show
sittin very low, pimp that caddy very slow
They "Yeah, Chamillionaire, the realest I done heard holmes"

Wall]
I'm to the side sideways, sittin crooked
My Jolly paint got all of the people lookin
I'm beatin down the block, givin the streets an ass
Peep the way a player move, notes lil young-un
I'm movin mo', leanin off a potent fo'
Pistol in my lap, plus one in the side do'
You know I'm a young hustler all about my doe
Gettin cake and up that paper, I need mo'

X2]

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