Luyện nghe bài hát 2 MPH

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

B]
Comin down grippin grain, up against the wood
Tops drop, blades chop, is popped, I'm lookin good
Swangin down the boulevard, chunky deuce, the is shinin
The queen is ridin shotgun and Finger's me
So never you me, I'm just hustling, grindin
My pockets are heavy and my diamonds are
My pistols are loaded and cocked so 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 ain't no stopping this movement, you lose on the
Cause we keeping it trill, that's from ashes to
We got paper to make and fake nigga's asses to
If you down for your hood, and you bangin Screw
Put your sets in the sky, cause one is for you
Keep on keepin it true, haters and again
Cause we don't play the to say we play, we play to win

[Hook: F.A.B. X2]
to the side, you cain't speed through
Two per hour, so everybody sees 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 age as me, can you dig?
Ridin down the block, knockin off your wall
Just off my grill made by Paul Wall
Alpine speakers in my grill on
my boys in Texas, hittin corner on them slabs
Seat back, you know 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, candy paint look like some patch
Haters hot, they mad at that, Chamillionaire, how F.A.B. get
Two dimes in a car, how bad is that? 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 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, only rollin with them cats

X2]

[Chamillionaire (Over Hook: mayne, yeah)]
It's gon' be, F-A-C, T to the Feds gon' with me
And F-A-B, when they see, money yes they pay me
Mugabe, Inspector G, 'em all cause they cain't get me
Ten parked in the yard, pick your 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 sittin very low, pimp caddy very slow
They like "Yeah, Chamillionaire, the realest I done holmes"

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

X2]

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