Luyện nghe bài hát Land of the Slowed

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

[Hook: Boy]
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 when the pop

From to Escalades the corners keep bending
And haters still hating
the dimes keep grinning
From to Benzo's rims keep spinning
And I'm riding on 4's them extending
Elbows be poking as we gripping on
The sun beaming on the paint but the frame tamed
The color unlike any other
Bang my game platform
Click and studder
This is the state knowing for great taste
Slanging in the deck, lanes, sipping gray taste
That's the purple and we turning
If you wanna
You'll get rolled over and bounce, like I do my scrape
high on 24's, and my cuttly's to a rose
See but gray smoke, when I open up my dows
No to say mo, real G's get chose
When the top drop and the trunk pop, you goin see the gray

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

Southern playas get the doe, trippin bout what the haters say
started that my birth, my B-day is a hater day
Way Mike 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 the sky, and the bet you goin reply with "WOOH"
I be jammin music that be and be sign it slow
Every on the clock is money so I gotta go
addin up so you can say that I'm the Minute Man
Pulling up in my truck and all the slush like, him again
side the dooly classify as amfibian
Think that you can handle what I got, t hen come get in

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

This is the Land of The Slowed down
Hit the button on the drop recline (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 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 delta in my
blue white rag top the bitch hard
Same spokes, ballin with my folks
The fifty slab candy coke, we ain't no 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 that bitch, fuck a (woo)
slugs inside the grill (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 see the rims don't stop
? In the screens glow when the pop

Chamillitary [x2]