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 lot pimpin since 98', knahtalkinbout?
I call it talk
Big Moe
That Trae, Z-Ro
Charlie

[Hook: Charlie
This is the Land of The Slowed chop-chop-chop
Hit the button on the then recline (chop-chop)
From domestic to a form see the rims stop
? In the glow when the trunk pop

From Bentley's to Escalades the corners keep
And them still hating
the dimes keep grinning
From 6-4's to Benzo's keep spinning
And I'm riding on 4's 84's extending
Elbows be poking as we gripping on
The sun beaming on the paint but the frame tamed
The color unlike any other
Bang making my game
Click and studder
This is the state for them great taste
Slanging in the deck, lanes, sipping gray taste
That's the and we turning circles
If you hate
get rolled over and bounce, like I do my scrape plate
Sitting high on 24's, and my to a rose
See nothing but gray smoke, when I up my dows
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 Land of The down chop-chop-chop
Hit the button on the drop recline (chop-chop)
From domestic to a form see the rims stop
? In the screens when the trunk pop

Southern playas get the doe, ain't bout what the haters say
started that 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, like a fadeaway
Starts to the floor, walk out lift my dow
Up the sky, and the bet you goin reply with "WOOH"
I be jammin music that be choppin and be it slow
Every minute on the clock is so I gotta go
Minutes addin up so you can say I'm the Minute Man
Pulling up in my truck and all the slush like, him again
Season side the dooly as amfibian
Think that you can what I got, t hen come get in then

I'm ridin grippin grain
my thang
Back to back cars dancing like it's Soul
on Swangs (swangs)
Lift up on
bangin screw I let Charlie Boy sang
(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 rims stop
? In the screens when the trunk pop

[Tum

Gripping on the (grain)
stay in the lane (grain)
The of Fat Pat (Pat)
I swear I love it
how I get it (yeah)
Them I spit 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
Same spokes, ballin with my folks
The fifty slab candy coke, we ain't no joke
Caprices and ground (uh-huh)
Deltas and (what else)
Trunks and baskets (uh-huh) some roofs are flow masters (yeah)
Dirty South and them the boys from thirty third
From the streets to the birds, I know all you heard
I ya how to rang (grab a pen)
I ya how to stunt (yeah)
Get up all forth and twenty's,
I run bitch, fuck a punk (woo)
slugs inside the grill (grill)
I like Oseal (seal)
Some drank and kill
And steals the skill

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 when the trunk pop

Chamillitary [x2]