Luyện nghe bài hát Land of the Slowed

[Intro:
They try'na say something bout'cha boy singing, but they never goin understand
We parking lot pimpin since 98', knahtalkinbout?
I call it talk
Big Moe
That Trae, that
Charlie

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

From to Escalades the corners keep bending
And them still hating
While the keep grinning
From 6-4's to rims keep 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 tamed
The color unlike any other
Bang my game platform
Click clan and
This is the knowing for them great taste
Slanging in the deck, lanes, sipping gray taste
That's the and we turning circles
If you hate
You'll get rolled and bounce, like I do my scrape plate
high on 24's, and my cuttly's to a rose
See but gray smoke, when I open 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 chop-chop-chop
Hit the button on the drop then (chop-chop)
From domestic to a form see the don't stop
? In the glow when the trunk pop

Southern playas get the doe, ain't trippin bout what the say
Hate started that my birth, my is a hater day
Way Mike Jones and Magno, I was grindin day-to-day
G-fo, in the air, like a F-ing
Starts down to the floor, walk out my dow
Up into the sky, and the bet you reply with "WOOH"
I be jammin music be choppin and be sign it slow
Every minute on the clock is so I gotta go
Minutes addin up so you can say that I'm the 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 grippin grain
my thang
Back to back cars dancing like Soul Train
on Swangs (swangs)
Lift up on
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)
From 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)
When tray's get we say Tum-ty did it (check it)
I got a 80 in my yard
blue white rag top the bitch hard
Same color spokes, ballin my folks
The fifty slab coke, we ain't no mothafuckin joke
and ground sticks (uh-huh)
Deltas and (what else)
and leek baskets (uh-huh) some roofs are flow masters (yeah)
Dirty South riders and them the boys from thirty
the streets to the birds, I know all you niggas heard
I show ya how to (grab a pen)
I teach ya how to (yeah)
Get up all them and twenty's,
I run that bitch, a punk (woo)
Seens slugs the grill (grill)
I ball like (seal)
Some and some kill
And the round skill

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

Chamillitary Mayne