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 since 98', knahtalkinbout?
I it Texas talk
Big Moe
That Trae, that
Charlie

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

From Bentley's to Escalades the corners bending
And them still hating
the dimes keep grinning
From 6-4's to rims keep spinning
And I'm riding on 4's 84's extending
Elbows be poking as we on grain
The sun beaming on the paint but the frame ain't
The color unlike any other
Bang making my game
clan and studder
This is the state knowing for them great
Slanging in the deck, swanging lanes, gray taste
the purple and we turning 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 but gray smoke, when I open up my dows
No need to say mo, real G's get
When the top drop and the pop, you goin see the gray blows

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 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 grindin
G-fo, in the air, a F-ing fadeaway
Starts down to the floor, walk out my dow
Up into the sky, and the bet you reply with "WOOH"
I be jammin music be choppin and be sign it slow
minute on the clock is money so I gotta go
Minutes addin up so you can say that I'm the Man
Pulling up in my truck and all the slush like, him again
Season side the dooly as amfibian
Think that you can handle I got, t hen come get in then

I'm ridin grippin grain
Doing my
Back to back cars dancing it's Soul Train
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 to a form see the rims don't stop
? In the screens when the trunk pop

Tum:]

Gripping on the (grain)
stay in the lane (grain)
The of Fat Pat (Pat)
I I love 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 rag top the bitch hard
Same color spokes, ballin my folks
The fifty candy coke, we ain't no mothafuckin joke
Caprices and sticks (uh-huh)
and rolmels (what else)
Trunks and baskets (uh-huh) some roofs are flow masters (yeah)
Dirty South riders and them the boys thirty third
From the streets to the birds, I all you niggas heard
I ya how to rang (grab a pen)
I ya how to stunt (yeah)
Get up all them and twenty's,
I run that bitch, fuck a (woo)
slugs inside the grill (grill)
I ball Oseal (seal)
Some drank and kill
And the round skill

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

Chamillitary Mayne