Luyện nghe bài hát Land of the Slowed

[Intro:
They try'na say something bout'cha boy singing, but they ain't never goin
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 drop recline (chop-chop)
From domestic to a see the rims don't stop
? In the glow when the trunk pop

From Bentley's to Escalades the corners keep
And them haters still
While the keep grinning
From 6-4's to Benzo's rims spinning
And I'm riding on 4's them 84's
Elbows be as we gripping on grain
The sun beaming on the paint but the frame ain't
The color unlike any other
Bang making my platform
Click and studder
This is the knowing for them great taste
Slanging in the deck, lanes, sipping gray taste
That's the purple and we circles
If you hate
You'll get rolled and bounce, like I do my scrape plate
Sitting high on 24's, and my to a rose
See nothing but smoke, when I open up my dows
No to say mo, real G's get chose
When the top and the trunk pop, you goin see the gray blows

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

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

I'm ridin good grippin
my thang
Back to cars dancing like it's Soul Train
Everybody on (swangs)
up on swangs
Still screw I let Charlie 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 domestic to a form see the rims don't
? 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 I spit it (uh-huh)
tray's get broke we say Tum-ty did it (check it)
I got a 80 delta in my
blue white rag top the bitch hard
Same color spokes, ballin with my
The fifty slab candy coke, we no mothafuckin joke
Caprices and ground (uh-huh)
Deltas and (what else)
Trunks and leek baskets (uh-huh) roofs are flow masters (yeah)
Dirty South riders and them the boys 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 that bitch, fuck a (woo)
Seens slugs the grill (grill)
I like Oseal (seal)
Some drank and kill
And steals the round

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

Mayne [x2]