Luyện nghe bài hát Land of the Slowed

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

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

From Bentley's to Escalades the keep bending
And them still hating
While the dimes keep
6-4's to Benzo's 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 ain't tamed
The color chameleon any other
Bang my game platform
Click clan and
This is the state knowing for great taste
Slanging in the deck, swanging lanes, sipping taste
That's the purple and we turning
If you wanna
You'll get rolled over and bounce, like I do my scrape
Sitting high on 24's, and my to a rose
See nothing but gray smoke, I open up my dows
No to say mo, real G's get chose
When the top drop and the pop, you goin see the gray blows

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

Southern playas get the doe, ain't trippin bout what the say
Hate started that my birth, my B-day is a day
Way before Mike Jones and Magno, I was grindin
G-fo, in the air, like a fadeaway
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 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
my thang
Back to back cars dancing like Soul Train
on Swangs (swangs)
Lift up on
Still screw I let Charlie Boy sang
(Get em mayne)

This is the of The Slowed down chop-chop-chop
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

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 I spit 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
Same color spokes, ballin with my
The fifty slab candy coke, we ain't no joke
and ground sticks (uh-huh)
Deltas and (what else)
Trunks and leek (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 show ya how to (grab a pen)
I ya how to stunt (yeah)
Get up all them and twenty's,
I run that bitch, fuck a (woo)
Seens slugs the grill (grill)
I like Oseal (seal)
Some drank and some
And the round skill

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 glow the trunk pop

Chamillitary Mayne