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 shotgun and Finger's 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 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, from ashes to dust
We got paper to make and fake nigga's asses to
If you down for your hood, and you bangin that
Put your in the sky, cause this one is for you
Keep on it true, fuck haters and again
Cause we play the game to say we play, we play 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, on lean, sippin, 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, pictures off your wall
Just showin off my grill made by Paul
Alpine in my grill on blast
Like my in Texas, hittin corner on them slabs
Seat laid back, you how us pimps be
your head up Bun B, rest in peace Pimp C
A mill' on mine rolled to back and young millionaires we haven't scratched
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 in a car, how bad is that? King of the jungle, you an alley cat
Prince of the coast brought Cali back, just threw some D's on a
Smoke so much, got cataracts, rollin up for a matter of fact
F.A.B. get where F.A.B. is at, from the Bay to the South where them slabs is at
Oakland to Houston, only rollin with them 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, 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, swang and get our swerve on
Hit that strip in my whip, gon' and let them sexy curves show
Vehicle sittin very low, pimp that very slow
They like "Yeah, Chamillionaire, the I done heard holmes"

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

X2]

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