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
down the boulevard, chunky deuce, the fifth is shinin
The queen is ridin and Finger's behind me
So you mind me, I'm just hustling, grindin
My are heavy and my diamonds are blindin
My pistols are loaded and 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 ain't no stopping this movement, you on the real
Cause we it trill, that's from ashes to dust
We got paper to make and fake asses to bust
If you down for your hood, and you bangin that
Put sets in the sky, cause this one is for you
Keep on keepin it true, fuck and again
Cause we don't the game to say we play, we play to win

Mistah F.A.B. X2]
Leanin to the side, you speed through
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, same age as me, can you dig?
Ridin the block, knockin pictures off your wall
showin off my grill made by Paul Wall
Alpine speakers in my on blast
Like my boys in Texas, hittin corner on them
laid 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 look like some cabbage patch
hot, they 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
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 them cats

X2]

[Chamillionaire (Over Chamillitary mayne, yeah)]
It's gon' be, F-A-C, T to the Feds gon' with me
And F-A-B, they see, mixtape money yes they pay me
Mugabe, Inspector G, 'em all cause they cain't get me
Ten vehicles parked in the yard, pick choice, I'll get that key
Take that jet out to West, let's swang and get our on
Hit that strip in my whip, gon' strip and let them curves show
Vehicle sittin very low, that caddy very slow
They like "Yeah, Chamillionaire, the realest I done holmes"

[Paul
I'm leanin to the sideways, sittin crooked
My Jolly paint got all of the people lookin
I'm beatin down the block, the streets an ass whoopin
Peep the way a move, take notes lil young-un
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 all about my doe
Gettin cake and stackin up paper, I need mo'

X2]

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