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

Charlie Boy]
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 glow when the pop

From Bentley's to Escalades the keep bending
And haters still hating
While the keep grinning
From to Benzo's rims keep spinning
And I'm on 4's them 84's extending
be poking as we gripping on grain
The sun beaming on the paint but the frame ain't
The chameleon unlike any other
Bang making my game
Click clan and
is the state knowing for them great taste
Slanging in the deck, swanging lanes, sipping gray
the purple and we turning circles
If you wanna
You'll get rolled and bounce, like I do my scrape 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
the top drop and the trunk pop, you goin see the gray blows

This is the Land of The Slowed chop-chop-chop
Hit the on the drop then recline (chop-chop)
From domestic to a form see the rims stop
? In the screens when the trunk pop

Southern playas get the doe, trippin bout what the haters say
Hate started that my birth, my B-day is a day
Way before Mike and Magno, I was grindin day-to-day
G-fo, in the air, like a fadeaway
Starts down to the floor, walk out my dow
Up into the sky, and the bet you goin reply "WOOH"
I be jammin music that be choppin and be it slow
Every on the clock is money so I gotta go
Minutes up so you can say that I'm the Minute Man
Pulling up in my and all the slush like, that's him again
side the dooly classify as amfibian
Think that you can what I got, t hen come get in then

I'm good grippin grain
my thang
Back to back cars dancing like 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 then recline (chop-chop)
From domestic to a form see the rims stop
? In the screens glow when the pop

Tum:]

Gripping on the (grain)
Candy stay in the (grain)
The of Fat Pat (Pat)
I swear I love it
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
Same color spokes, ballin my folks
The fifty slab candy coke, we no mothafuckin joke
Caprices and ground (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 streets to the birds, I know all you heard
I show ya how to (grab a pen)
I teach ya how to (yeah)
Get up all forth and twenty's,
I run bitch, fuck a punk (woo)
Seens slugs inside the (grill)
I ball like (seal)
Some drank and some
And steals the round

This is the Land of The down chop-chop-chop
Hit the button on the drop then (chop-chop)
From domestic to a form see the rims stop
? In the screens glow when the pop

Mayne [x2]