Luyện nghe bài hát Land of the Slowed

[Intro:
They try'na say something bout'cha boy singing, but they ain't goin understand
We been parking lot pimpin 98', knahtalkinbout?
I call it talk
Big Moe
That Trae, that
That

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

From Bentley's to the corners keep bending
And them still hating
While the dimes grinning
6-4's to Benzo's rims keep spinning
And I'm on 4's them 84's extending
Elbows be poking as we on grain
The sun on the paint but the frame ain't tamed
The color chameleon unlike any
Bang my game platform
Click and studder
This is the knowing for them great taste
Slanging in the deck, swanging lanes, gray taste
That's the purple and we turning
If you hate
You'll get rolled over and bounce, I do my scrape plate
Sitting on 24's, and my cuttly's 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 and the trunk pop, you goin see the gray blows

This is the of The Slowed down chop-chop-chop
Hit the button on the drop then (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 the haters say
Hate started that my birth, my is a hater day
Way before Mike Jones and Magno, I was day-to-day
G-fo, in the air, like a F-ing
down to the floor, walk out lift my dow
Up into the sky, and the bet you goin with "WOOH"
I be jammin that be choppin and be sign it slow
Every on the clock is money 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 the dooly classify as amfibian
Think that you can what I got, t hen come get in then

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

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

Tum:]

Gripping on the (grain)
Candy stay in the (grain)
The of Fat Pat (Pat)
I I love 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 delta in my
Candy blue white rag top the hard
color spokes, ballin with my folks
The fifty slab candy coke, we ain't no joke
and ground sticks (uh-huh)
Deltas and (what else)
Trunks and baskets (uh-huh) some roofs are flow masters (yeah)
Dirty South riders and them the boys from third
From the 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 forth and twenty's,
I run bitch, fuck a punk (woo)
Seens inside the grill (grill)
I ball like (seal)
Some drank and some
And steals the round

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

Chamillitary Mayne