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 it Texas talk
Big Moe
That Trae, Z-Ro
That

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

From Bentley's to Escalades the keep bending
And them haters still
While the dimes grinning
From 6-4's to Benzo's rims spinning
And I'm riding on 4's them extending
be poking as we gripping on grain
The sun beaming on the paint but the frame ain't
The color unlike any other
Bang making my game
Click and studder
This is the state knowing for them great
Slanging in the deck, swanging lanes, sipping taste
That's the purple and we 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, 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 of The Slowed down chop-chop-chop
Hit the button on the drop recline (chop-chop)
From domestic to a see the rims don't stop
? In the screens glow when the pop

Southern playas get the doe, ain't trippin bout what the say
Hate started my birth, my B-day is a hater day
Way before Mike and Magno, I was grindin day-to-day
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 goin reply "WOOH"
I be jammin music that be and be sign it slow
Every minute on the clock is money so I go
Minutes addin up so you can say I'm the Minute Man
Pulling up in my truck and all the like, that's him again
Season side the dooly classify as
Think that you can handle what I got, t hen get in then

I'm ridin good grippin
Doing my
Back to cars dancing like it's Soul Train
on Swangs (swangs)
Lift up on
Still bangin 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)
From domestic to a form see the don't stop
? In the screens glow the trunk pop

Tum:]

Gripping on the (grain)
Candy 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)
When tray's get broke we say 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 slab candy coke, we ain't no mothafuckin joke
Caprices and ground (uh-huh)
and rolmels (what else)
Trunks and leek baskets (uh-huh) some roofs are flow (yeah)
Dirty riders and them the boys from thirty third
From the streets to the birds, I all you niggas heard
I show ya how to (grab a pen)
I teach ya how to (yeah)
Get up all them and twenty's,
I run bitch, fuck a punk (woo)
Seens inside the grill (grill)
I ball Oseal (seal)
Some and some kill
And steals the 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 don't stop
? In the screens when the trunk pop

Mayne [x2]