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

[Hook: Boy]
This is the Land of The down chop-chop-chop
Hit the button on the drop then (chop-chop)
From domestic to a see the rims don't stop
? In the screens when the trunk pop

From to Escalades the corners keep bending
And them haters 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 frame ain't
The color chameleon any other
Bang making my platform
clan and studder
This is the state for them great taste
in the deck, swanging lanes, sipping gray taste
That's the purple and we circles
If you hate
You'll get rolled over and bounce, like I do my scrape
high on 24's, and my cuttly's to a rose
See nothing but gray smoke, I open up my dows
No need to say mo, G's get chose
When the top drop and the trunk pop, you 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 stop
? In the glow when the trunk pop

Southern playas get the doe, ain't trippin what the haters say
Hate 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, like a F-ing
down to the floor, walk out lift my dow
Up into the sky, and the bet you reply with "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 truck and all the slush like, that's him
Season side the classify as amfibian
Think that you can what I got, t hen come get in then

I'm ridin good grippin
Doing my
Back to back cars dancing like it's Soul
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 then (chop-chop)
From domestic to a form see the don't stop
? In the screens glow when the pop

[Tum

Gripping on the (grain)
Candy in the lane (grain)
The of Fat Pat (Pat)
I swear I 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 in my yard
Candy blue rag top the bitch hard
Same color spokes, ballin 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 masters (yeah)
Dirty South riders and them the from thirty third
From the streets to the birds, I all you niggas 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 inside the grill (grill)
I ball Oseal (seal)
Some drank and kill
And steals the round

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

Mayne [x2]