Luyện nghe bài hát Land of the Slowed

[Intro:
They try'na say something boy singing, but they ain't never goin understand
We been lot pimpin since 98', knahtalkinbout?
I call it Texas
Big Moe
That Trae, that
That

Charlie Boy]
This is the Land of The Slowed down
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 Escalades the corners bending
And them still hating
While the dimes keep
From to Benzo's rims keep spinning
And I'm riding on 4's them 84's
Elbows be poking as we gripping on
The sun beaming on the paint but the ain't tamed
The color unlike any other
Bang making my platform
Click and studder
is the state knowing for them great taste
Slanging in the deck, swanging lanes, sipping taste
That's the purple and we circles
If you hate
You'll get rolled over and bounce, like I do my plate
Sitting high on 24's, and my cuttly's to a
See but gray smoke, when I open up my dows
No need to say mo, 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 on the drop then recline (chop-chop)
From domestic to a form see the rims don't
? In the screens glow when the pop

Southern get the doe, ain't trippin bout what the haters say
Hate started my birth, my B-day is a hater day
Way before Jones and Magno, I was grindin day-to-day
G-fo, in the air, like a F-ing
Starts to the floor, walk out lift my dow
Up into the sky, and the bet you reply with "WOOH"
I be jammin music be choppin and be sign it slow
Every minute on the 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 side the dooly as amfibian
Think you can handle what I got, t hen come get in then

I'm ridin good grain
my thang
Back to back cars dancing like it's 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 recline (chop-chop)
From to a form see the rims 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 I love it mayne
how I get it (yeah)
Them flames I it (uh-huh)
tray's get broke we say Tum-ty did it (check it)
I got a 80 in my yard
Candy blue rag top the bitch hard
color spokes, ballin with my folks
The fifty slab candy coke, we no mothafuckin joke
and ground sticks (uh-huh)
Deltas and (what else)
Trunks and leek baskets (uh-huh) some roofs are flow (yeah)
South 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 ya how to stunt (yeah)
Get up all them and twenty's,
I run that bitch, a punk (woo)
slugs inside the grill (grill)
I ball Oseal (seal)
drank and some kill
And steals the round

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

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