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 parking lot since 98', knahtalkinbout?
I call it talk
Big Moe
That Trae, that
That

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

From Bentley's to Escalades the keep bending
And them haters hating
the dimes keep grinning
From 6-4's to Benzo's rims spinning
And I'm riding on 4's them 84's
Elbows be as we gripping on grain
The sun beaming on the but the frame ain't tamed
The color unlike any other
Bang making my platform
Click and studder
This is the state knowing for them taste
Slanging in the deck, swanging lanes, sipping gray
That's the and we turning circles
If you hate
get rolled over and bounce, like I do my scrape plate
Sitting on 24's, and my cuttly's to a rose
See nothing but gray smoke, when I up my dows
No to say mo, real G's get chose
When the top drop and the trunk pop, you goin see the blows

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

Southern playas get the doe, ain't bout what the haters say
started that 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 down to the floor, walk out my dow
Up the sky, and the bet you goin reply with "WOOH"
I be jammin music that be and be sign it slow
minute on the clock is money 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 the dooly classify as amfibian
that you can handle what I got, t hen come get in then

I'm ridin good grain
Doing my
Back to back cars dancing like it's Soul
Everybody on (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 on the drop then recline (chop-chop)
From 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 color spokes, with my folks
The fifty slab candy coke, we ain't no joke
Caprices and sticks (uh-huh)
and rolmels (what else)
Trunks and baskets (uh-huh) some roofs are flow masters (yeah)
South riders and them the boys from 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)
slugs inside the grill (grill)
I ball Oseal (seal)
Some and some kill
And the round 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 don't
? In the glow when the trunk pop

Chamillitary [x2]