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 is shinin
The queen is 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 family dog but I'll kill for my 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, that's from to dust
We got paper to make and fake asses to bust
If you down for hood, and you bangin that Screw
Put your in the sky, cause this one is for you
on keepin it true, fuck 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 speed through
Two miles per hour, so sees you
Ridin by myself, with the 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 age as me, can you dig?
Ridin down the block, knockin pictures off your
Just showin off my grill made by Wall
Alpine speakers in my grill on
Like my boys in Texas, 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 back to and young millionaires we haven't scratched
Rhyme through the hood and habitat, paint look like some cabbage 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
so much, got cataracts, been 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 down to Houston, only with them savage 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, money yes they 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 jet out to West, let's swang and get our swerve on
Hit that strip in my whip, gon' strip and let sexy curves show
Vehicle sittin very low, that caddy very slow
They like "Yeah, Chamillionaire, the I done heard holmes"

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

X2]

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