Luyện nghe bài hát Land of the Slowed

Chamillionaire]
They try'na say something bout'cha boy singing, but ain't never goin understand
We been parking lot pimpin 98', knahtalkinbout?
I it Texas talk
Big Moe
That Trae, Z-Ro
Charlie

[Hook: Boy]
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 don't stop
? In the screens glow the trunk pop

Bentley's to Escalades the corners keep bending
And haters still hating
While the keep grinning
From 6-4's to 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 but the frame ain't tamed
The color chameleon any other
Bang making my game
Click 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 over and bounce, like I do my scrape plate
Sitting high on 24's, and my 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 pop, you goin see the gray blows

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

Southern playas get the doe, trippin bout what the haters say
Hate started that my birth, my is a hater day
Way before Mike Jones and Magno, I was grindin
G-fo, in the air, like a fadeaway
Starts to the floor, walk out lift my dow
Up into the sky, and the bet you goin with "WOOH"
I be music that be choppin 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 what I got, t hen come get in then

I'm ridin good grippin
Doing my
Back to back cars like it's Soul Train
on Swangs (swangs)
Lift up on
Still screw I let Charlie Boy sang
(Get em mayne)

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 glow when the trunk pop

[Tum

Gripping on the (grain)
stay in the lane (grain)
The of Fat Pat (Pat)
I swear I it mayne
how I get it (yeah)
Them flames I it (uh-huh)
When tray's get broke we say did it (check it)
I got a 80 delta in my
Candy blue rag top the bitch hard
Same color spokes, ballin my folks
The fifty slab coke, we ain't no mothafuckin joke
Caprices and sticks (uh-huh)
Deltas and (what else)
Trunks and leek (uh-huh) some roofs are flow masters (yeah)
Dirty riders and them the boys from thirty third
the streets to the birds, I know all you niggas heard
I ya how to rang (grab a pen)
I ya how to stunt (yeah)
Get up all them and twenty's,
I run that bitch, a punk (woo)
Seens slugs inside the (grill)
I ball Oseal (seal)
drank and some kill
And steals the skill

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

Chamillitary Mayne