Luyện nghe bài hát Land of the Slowed

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

[Hook: Boy]
is the Land of The Slowed down chop-chop-chop
Hit the on the drop then recline (chop-chop)
From domestic to a form see the rims stop
? In the screens glow when the pop

Bentley's to Escalades the corners keep bending
And them haters hating
While the dimes grinning
From 6-4's to rims keep spinning
And I'm riding on 4's them extending
Elbows be poking as we on grain
The sun beaming on the paint but the frame tamed
The color chameleon any other
Bang making my game
clan and studder
This is the state knowing for them taste
Slanging in the deck, swanging lanes, sipping taste
That's the and we turning circles
If you hate
You'll get rolled over and bounce, like I do my plate
high on 24's, and my cuttly's to a rose
See nothing but gray smoke, when I up my dows
No need to say mo, real G's get
When the top drop and the pop, you goin see the gray blows

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

Southern get the doe, ain't trippin bout what the haters say
started that 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, a F-ing fadeaway
down to the floor, walk out lift my dow
Up into the sky, and the bet you goin reply "WOOH"
I be jammin that be choppin and be sign it slow
Every minute on the clock is money so I go
addin up so you can say that I'm the Minute Man
Pulling up in my truck and all the slush like, that's him
Season side the classify as amfibian
Think that you can handle what I got, t hen come get in

I'm ridin good grippin
my thang
Back to back cars dancing it's Soul Train
Everybody on (swangs)
up on swangs
Still screw I let Charlie Boy sang
(Get em mayne)

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 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)
tray's get broke we say Tum-ty did it (check it)
I got a 80 delta in my
Candy white rag top the bitch 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 (uh-huh) some roofs are flow masters (yeah)
South riders 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 teach ya how to (yeah)
Get up all them and twenty's,
I run bitch, fuck a punk (woo)
Seens slugs inside the (grill)
I ball like (seal)
Some and some kill
And the round skill

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

Chamillitary [x2]