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 call it talk
Big Moe
That Trae, that
That

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

From Bentley's to Escalades the keep bending
And them haters hating
While the dimes keep
From 6-4's to Benzo's keep spinning
And I'm on 4's them 84's extending
Elbows be poking as we gripping on
The sun beaming on the paint but the frame tamed
The color chameleon any other
Bang making my platform
clan and studder
This is the state knowing for them taste
Slanging in the deck, lanes, sipping gray taste
That's the purple and we circles
If you hate
You'll get rolled over and bounce, I do my scrape plate
high on 24's, and my cuttly's to a rose
See nothing but gray smoke, when I open up my
No need to say mo, 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 recline (chop-chop)
From to a form see the rims don't stop
? In the glow when the trunk pop

Southern playas get the doe, ain't 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, a F-ing fadeaway
Starts down to the floor, out lift my dow
Up into the sky, and the bet you reply with "WOOH"
I be jammin music that be 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
up in my truck and all the slush like, that's him again
Season the dooly classify as amfibian
Think that you can handle what I got, t hen come get in

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

This is the Land of The Slowed chop-chop-chop
Hit the button on the drop then (chop-chop)
From to a form see the rims don't stop
? In the glow 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 I spit it (uh-huh)
When tray's get broke we say did it (check it)
I got a 80 delta in my
Candy blue white rag top the hard
Same color spokes, ballin 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 are flow masters (yeah)
Dirty South riders and them the boys from thirty
From the to the birds, I know all you niggas heard
I show ya how to (grab a pen)
I ya how to stunt (yeah)
Get up all forth and twenty's,
I run that bitch, a punk (woo)
Seens inside the grill (grill)
I like Oseal (seal)
drank and some kill
And steals the skill

This is the 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

Mayne [x2]