Luyện nghe bài hát Land of the Slowed

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

Charlie Boy]
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 screens glow the trunk pop

From Bentley's to the corners keep bending
And haters still hating
While the keep grinning
From 6-4's to Benzo's rims spinning
And I'm riding on 4's 84's extending
Elbows be poking as we gripping on
The sun beaming on the but the frame ain't tamed
The chameleon unlike any other
Bang my game platform
Click and studder
This is the state knowing for them great
Slanging in the deck, swanging lanes, gray taste
the purple and we turning circles
If you wanna
You'll get rolled over and bounce, I do my scrape plate
Sitting high on 24's, and my cuttly's to a
See nothing but smoke, when I open up my dows
No to say mo, real G's get chose
the top drop and the trunk pop, you goin see the gray blows

This is the Land of The Slowed down
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

Southern get the doe, ain't trippin bout what the haters say
Hate started 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
Starts to the floor, walk out lift my dow
Up the sky, and the bet you goin reply with "WOOH"
I be jammin that 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, him again
Season the dooly classify as amfibian
Think that you can what I got, t hen come get in then

I'm good grippin grain
my thang
Back to back dancing like it's Soul Train
on Swangs (swangs)
Lift up on
Still bangin I let Charlie Boy sang
(Get em mayne)

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

[Tum

Gripping on the (grain)
stay in the lane (grain)
The of Fat Pat (Pat)
I swear I love it
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
blue white rag top the bitch hard
Same spokes, ballin with my folks
The fifty slab candy coke, we no mothafuckin joke
Caprices and sticks (uh-huh)
and rolmels (what else)
Trunks and leek baskets (uh-huh) some roofs are masters (yeah)
Dirty South riders and them the boys thirty third
From the streets to the birds, I know all you niggas
I show ya how to (grab a pen)
I ya how to stunt (yeah)
Get up all forth and twenty's,
I run that bitch, 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 down
Hit the on the drop then recline (chop-chop)
From to a form see the rims don't stop
? In the screens when the trunk pop

Chamillitary Mayne