Luyện nghe bài hát 2 MPH

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

B]
Comin down grippin grain, diamonds up against the
Tops drop, blades chop, trunk is popped, I'm good
down the boulevard, chunky deuce, the fifth is shinin
The is ridin shotgun and Finger's behind me
So you mind me, I'm just 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 I'll kill for my day
R.I.P. to my bro, UGK until
It ain't no stopping this movement, you lose on the
Cause we it trill, that's from ashes to dust
We got paper to make and fake nigga's asses to
If you for your hood, and you bangin that Screw
Put sets in the sky, cause this one is for you
Keep on keepin it true, haters and again
Cause we don't play the game to say we play, we to win

[Hook: F.A.B. X2]
Leanin to the side, you cain't through
Two miles per hour, so everybody you
Ridin by myself, with the 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
Alpine in my grill on blast
Like my in Texas, hittin corner on them slabs
Seat back, you know how us pimps be
Keep your head up Bun B, rest in peace C
A mill' on rolled back to back and young millionaires we haven't scratched
Rhyme through the hood and habitat, 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 brought Cali back, just threw some D's on a Cadillac
so much, got cataracts, been rollin 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, rollin with them savage cats

X2]

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

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

X2]

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