Luyện nghe bài hát Land of the Slowed

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

Charlie Boy]
This is the of The Slowed down chop-chop-chop
Hit the button on the drop then (chop-chop)
From domestic to a form see the rims stop
? In the screens glow the trunk pop

From to Escalades the corners keep bending
And them haters hating
While the dimes keep
From 6-4's to Benzo's keep spinning
And I'm on 4's them 84's extending
Elbows be as we gripping on grain
The sun beaming on the paint but the ain't tamed
The color chameleon any other
Bang making my platform
clan and studder
This is the state knowing for them great
in the deck, swanging 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
Sitting 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, G's get chose
When the top and the trunk pop, you goin see the gray blows

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

Southern playas get the doe, ain't trippin what the haters say
Hate started that my birth, my B-day is a 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, out lift 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 money so I go
Minutes addin up so you can say that I'm the Man
Pulling up in my and all the slush like, that's him again
Season the dooly classify as amfibian
Think that you can what I got, t hen come get in then

I'm ridin good grain
Doing my
Back to back cars dancing 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 Slowed 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 glow the trunk 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)
When tray's get broke we say did it (check it)
I got a 80 in my yard
Candy white rag top the bitch hard
Same color spokes, ballin with my
The fifty candy coke, we ain't no mothafuckin joke
Caprices and ground (uh-huh)
and rolmels (what else)
Trunks and leek baskets (uh-huh) some are flow masters (yeah)
Dirty South riders and the boys from thirty third
From the streets to the birds, I know all you heard
I ya how to rang (grab a pen)
I ya how to stunt (yeah)
Get up all forth and twenty's,
I run bitch, fuck a punk (woo)
Seens inside the grill (grill)
I ball like (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 see the rims don't stop
? In the glow when the trunk pop

Mayne [x2]