Luyện nghe bài hát 2 MPH

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

B]
Comin down grippin grain, diamonds up the wood
drop, blades chop, trunk is popped, I'm lookin good
Swangin down the boulevard, chunky deuce, the is shinin
The is ridin shotgun and Finger's behind 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 I'm ready
I'll die for my dog but I'll kill for my fair day
R.I.P. to my bro, UGK until
It no stopping this movement, you lose on the real
we keeping it trill, that's from ashes to dust
We got to make and fake nigga's asses to bust
If you down for your hood, and you bangin Screw
Put sets in the sky, cause this one is for you
on keepin it true, fuck haters and again
Cause we don't play the to say we play, we play to win

Mistah F.A.B. X2]
Leanin to the side, you cain't speed
Two per hour, so everybody sees you
by myself, with 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 same age as me, can you
Ridin down the block, knockin pictures off wall
Just off my grill made by Paul Wall
speakers in my grill on blast
Like my in Texas, hittin corner on them slabs
laid back, you know how us pimps be
Keep your 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 some cabbage patch
Haters hot, mad at that, Chamillionaire, how F.A.B. get that?
Two dimes in a car, how bad is that? of the jungle, you an alley cat
Prince of the coast brought Cali back, just some D's on a Cadillac
Smoke so much, got cataracts, been 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 down to Houston, only rollin with them savage

X2]

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

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

X2]

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