Luyện nghe bài hát Land of the Slowed

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

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

From to Escalades the corners keep bending
And them haters still
While the keep grinning
From to Benzo's rims keep 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 making my game
clan and studder
This is the state knowing for great taste
in the deck, swanging lanes, sipping gray taste
That's the purple and we circles
If you wanna
You'll get rolled and bounce, like I do my scrape plate
Sitting on 24's, and my cuttly's to a rose
See nothing but smoke, when I open up my dows
No need to say mo, real G's get
When the top drop and the trunk pop, you goin see the gray

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 glow the trunk pop

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

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

This is the of The Slowed 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 glow the trunk pop

Tum:]

Gripping on the (grain)
Candy stay in the (grain)
The of Fat Pat (Pat)
I swear I love it
how I get it (yeah)
Them I spit it (uh-huh)
When tray's get we say Tum-ty did it (check it)
I got a 80 in my yard
Candy blue rag top the bitch hard
Same color spokes, with my folks
The fifty slab candy coke, we no mothafuckin joke
Caprices and ground (uh-huh)
Deltas and (what else)
Trunks and leek baskets (uh-huh) roofs are flow masters (yeah)
Dirty South riders and them the boys thirty third
From the streets to the birds, I know all you niggas
I show ya how to (grab a pen)
I teach ya how to (yeah)
Get up all forth and twenty's,
I run that bitch, fuck a (woo)
Seens inside the grill (grill)
I ball Oseal (seal)
Some drank and kill
And the round skill

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

Chamillitary [x2]