Luyện nghe bài hát 2 MPH

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

B]
Comin grippin grain, diamonds up against the wood
Tops drop, blades chop, is popped, I'm lookin good
Swangin down the boulevard, chunky deuce, the fifth is
The queen is ridin shotgun and Finger's me
So never you mind me, I'm just hustling,
My are heavy and my diamonds are blindin
My pistols are loaded and cocked so know I'm ready
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 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 for your hood, and you bangin that Screw
Put your sets in the sky, this one is for you
on keepin it true, fuck haters 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 cain't through
Two per hour, so everybody sees you
by myself, with the pistol 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 down the block, pictures off your wall
Just showin off my made by Paul Wall
Alpine in my grill on blast
Like my boys in Texas, corner on them slabs
Seat laid back, you 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 look some cabbage patch
Haters hot, mad at that, Chamillionaire, how F.A.B. get that?
Two dimes in a car, how bad is 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, been rollin up for a matter of
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 gon' mess with me
And F-A-B, when they see, mixtape money yes pay me
Mugabe, Inspector G, bring 'em all cause cain't get me
Ten vehicles parked in the yard, 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 them curves show
Vehicle sittin very low, pimp caddy very slow
They like "Yeah, Chamillionaire, the realest I heard holmes"

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

X2]

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