Luyện nghe bài hát Land of the Slowed

[Intro:
They try'na say something bout'cha boy singing, but they ain't goin understand
We parking lot pimpin since 98', knahtalkinbout?
I call it talk
Big Moe
That Trae, that
Charlie

[Hook: Charlie
is the Land of The Slowed down chop-chop-chop
Hit the button on the drop then (chop-chop)
From to a form see the rims don't stop
? In the screens when the trunk pop

From Bentley's to the corners keep bending
And them still hating
the dimes keep grinning
From 6-4's to Benzo's rims spinning
And I'm riding on 4's them 84's
Elbows be poking as we on grain
The sun beaming on the but the frame ain't tamed
The color unlike any other
Bang my game platform
Click and studder
is the state knowing for them great taste
Slanging in the deck, swanging lanes, sipping gray
That's the purple and we turning
If you wanna
You'll get rolled over and bounce, I do my scrape plate
high on 24's, and my cuttly's to a rose
See nothing but gray smoke, when I open up my
No need to say mo, real G's get
When the top drop and the trunk pop, you goin see the blows

This is the Land of The down chop-chop-chop
Hit the button on the drop then (chop-chop)
From to a form see the rims don't stop
? In the glow when the trunk pop

Southern playas get the doe, ain't trippin bout what the say
Hate that my birth, my B-day is a hater day
Way Mike Jones and Magno, I was grindin day-to-day
G-fo, in the air, a F-ing fadeaway
Starts to the floor, walk out lift my dow
Up the sky, and the bet you goin reply with "WOOH"
I be music that be choppin and be sign it slow
Every on the clock is money so I gotta go
Minutes up so you can say that I'm the Minute Man
Pulling up in my truck and all the slush like, that's him
Season side the dooly as amfibian
Think that you can handle what I got, t hen come get in

I'm good grippin grain
my thang
Back to back cars dancing it's Soul Train
on Swangs (swangs)
Lift up on
Still bangin I let Charlie Boy sang
(Get em mayne)

This is the Land of The down chop-chop-chop
Hit the on the drop then recline (chop-chop)
From domestic to a form see the rims don't
? In the screens when the trunk pop

[Tum

Gripping on the (grain)
stay in the lane (grain)
The of Fat Pat (Pat)
I swear I it mayne
how I get it (yeah)
Them flames I it (uh-huh)
When get broke we say Tum-ty did it (check it)
I got a 80 in my yard
Candy blue white rag top the bitch
color spokes, ballin with my folks
The fifty slab candy coke, we ain't no mothafuckin
Caprices and ground (uh-huh)
and rolmels (what else)
Trunks and baskets (uh-huh) some roofs are flow masters (yeah)
South riders and them the boys from thirty third
From the to the birds, I know all you niggas heard
I show ya how to (grab a pen)
I ya how to stunt (yeah)
Get up all them and twenty's,
I run that bitch, a punk (woo)
Seens inside the grill (grill)
I like Oseal (seal)
drank and some kill
And steals the skill

This is the Land of The Slowed chop-chop-chop
Hit the button on the then recline (chop-chop)
domestic to a form see the rims don't stop
? In the screens when the trunk pop

Chamillitary Mayne