Luyện nghe bài hát 2 MPH

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

B]
Comin down grippin grain, diamonds up the wood
Tops drop, chop, trunk is popped, I'm lookin good
Swangin 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 pockets are heavy and my diamonds are
My pistols are loaded and cocked so know that I'm
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 it trill, that's from ashes to dust
We got paper to and fake nigga's asses 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, fuck and again
Cause we don't play the game to say we play, we to win

Mistah F.A.B. X2]
Leanin to the side, you cain't speed
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 wall
Just showin off my made by Paul Wall
speakers in my grill on blast
Like my boys in Texas, hittin corner on them
Seat laid back, you know how us be
your head up Bun B, rest in peace Pimp C
A mill' on mine rolled back to back and young we haven't scratched
Rhyme through the hood and habitat, candy paint look like cabbage patch
hot, they mad at that, Chamillionaire, how F.A.B. get that?
Two dimes in a car, how bad is that? King of the jungle, you an cat
of the coast brought Cali back, just threw some D's on a Cadillac
Smoke so much, got cataracts, rollin up for a matter of fact
F.A.B. get love where F.A.B. is at, from the Bay to the where them slabs is at
Oakland down to Houston, only rollin with savage cats

X2]

[Chamillionaire (Over Hook: mayne, yeah)]
It's gon' be, F-A-C, T to the gon' mess with me
And F-A-B, when they see, 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 in my whip, gon' strip and let them sexy curves show
Vehicle sittin very low, that caddy very slow
They like "Yeah, Chamillionaire, the realest I heard holmes"

Wall]
I'm to the side sideways, sittin crooked
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 slow mo', leanin off a fo'
Pistol in my lap, plus another one in the do'
You know I'm just a young all about my doe
Gettin and stackin up that paper, I need mo'

X2]

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