Luyện nghe bài hát Land of the Slowed

[Intro:
They try'na say something bout'cha boy singing, but ain't never goin understand
We been parking lot pimpin 98', knahtalkinbout?
I call it talk
Big Moe
That Trae, that
Charlie

[Hook: Boy]
This is the Land of The Slowed chop-chop-chop
Hit the button on the then recline (chop-chop)
From domestic to a form see the don't stop
? In the glow when the trunk pop

From Bentley's to Escalades the corners bending
And them haters still
While the dimes keep
From 6-4's to Benzo's rims spinning
And I'm riding on 4's 84's extending
Elbows be poking as we gripping on
The sun beaming on the paint but the frame tamed
The color chameleon any other
Bang my game platform
clan and studder
This is the state knowing for great taste
Slanging in the deck, swanging lanes, sipping taste
the purple and we turning circles
If you wanna
You'll get over and bounce, like I do my scrape plate
Sitting high on 24's, and my cuttly's to a
See nothing but gray smoke, I open up my dows
No need to say mo, G's get chose
When the top and the trunk pop, you goin see the gray blows

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

Southern get the doe, ain't trippin bout what the haters say
Hate started that my birth, my B-day is a day
Way Mike Jones and Magno, I was grindin day-to-day
G-fo, in the air, like a F-ing
Starts down to the floor, 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 minute on the clock is so I gotta go
Minutes addin up so you can say that I'm the Man
up in my truck and all the slush like, that's him again
Season side the dooly as amfibian
Think that you can handle I got, t hen come get in then

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

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

Tum:]

Gripping on the (grain)
stay in the lane (grain)
The of Fat Pat (Pat)
I swear I love it
how I get it (yeah)
Them flames I it (uh-huh)
tray's get broke we say Tum-ty did it (check it)
I got a 80 in my yard
Candy white rag top the bitch hard
Same color spokes, with my folks
The slab candy coke, we ain't no mothafuckin joke
Caprices and sticks (uh-huh)
Deltas and (what else)
Trunks and leek baskets (uh-huh) some roofs are masters (yeah)
Dirty South riders and them the boys from third
the streets to the birds, I know all you niggas heard
I ya how to rang (grab a pen)
I teach ya how to (yeah)
Get up all them and twenty's,
I run that bitch, fuck a (woo)
slugs inside the grill (grill)
I ball like (seal)
Some drank and kill
And the round skill

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

Mayne [x2]