Luyện nghe bài hát Land of the Slowed

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

[Hook: Boy]
is the Land 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 glow when the trunk pop

From to Escalades the corners keep bending
And them still hating
While the keep grinning
6-4's to Benzo's rims keep spinning
And I'm riding on 4's 84's extending
be poking as we gripping on grain
The sun beaming on the paint but the frame ain't
The color chameleon any other
Bang making my platform
Click and studder
This is the knowing for them great taste
Slanging in the deck, lanes, sipping gray taste
That's the purple and we circles
If you wanna
You'll get rolled over and bounce, like I do my plate
Sitting high on 24's, and my to a rose
See nothing but smoke, when I open up my dows
No need to say mo, real G's get
When the top drop and the trunk pop, you goin see the gray

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 when the 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 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 goin with "WOOH"
I be music that be choppin and be sign it slow
Every minute on the clock is so I gotta go
Minutes up so you can say that I'm the Minute Man
Pulling up in my truck and all the slush like, that's him
Season side the dooly classify as
Think that you can handle what I got, t hen get in then

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

This is the Land of The Slowed chop-chop-chop
Hit the on the drop then recline (chop-chop)
From domestic to a form see the rims 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 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 white rag top the bitch
color spokes, ballin with my folks
The fifty slab candy coke, we ain't no mothafuckin
Caprices and sticks (uh-huh)
and rolmels (what else)
Trunks and leek baskets (uh-huh) roofs are flow masters (yeah)
Dirty riders and them the boys from thirty third
From the streets to the birds, I all you niggas heard
I show ya how to (grab a pen)
I ya how to stunt (yeah)
Get up all them and twenty's,
I run that bitch, a punk (woo)
slugs inside the grill (grill)
I like Oseal (seal)
Some drank and some
And steals the round

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

Mayne [x2]