Luyện nghe bài hát Land of the Slowed

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

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

Bentley's to Escalades the corners keep bending
And them haters still
the dimes keep grinning
From 6-4's to rims keep spinning
And I'm riding on 4's 84's extending
Elbows be poking as we on grain
The sun beaming on the paint but the frame tamed
The color unlike any other
Bang making my game
Click clan and
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 wanna
get rolled over and bounce, like I do my scrape plate
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, real G's get
the top drop and the trunk pop, you goin see the gray blows

This is the Land of The Slowed chop-chop-chop
Hit the button on the drop then (chop-chop)
From domestic to a form see the rims stop
? In the glow when 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 before Mike and Magno, I was grindin day-to-day
G-fo, in the air, like a 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 choppin and be it slow
Every minute on the clock is money so I go
Minutes addin up so you can say that I'm the Man
up in my truck and all the slush like, that's him again
Season the dooly classify as amfibian
Think that you can handle what I got, t hen come get in

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

This is the of The Slowed 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 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 I spit it (uh-huh)
When tray's get broke we say did it (check it)
I got a 80 in my yard
blue white rag top the bitch hard
Same color spokes, ballin my folks
The fifty candy coke, we ain't no mothafuckin joke
Caprices and sticks (uh-huh)
Deltas and (what else)
Trunks and baskets (uh-huh) some roofs are flow masters (yeah)
Dirty South and them the boys 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, a punk (woo)
Seens slugs inside the (grill)
I ball like (seal)
drank and some kill
And steals the round

This is the of The Slowed down 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

Mayne [x2]