Luyện nghe bài hát Land of the Slowed

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

[Hook: Boy]
This is the Land of The down chop-chop-chop
Hit the button on the then recline (chop-chop)
From domestic to a form see the rims don't
? In the screens when the trunk pop

From Bentley's to Escalades the corners keep
And them haters hating
the dimes keep grinning
From 6-4's to Benzo's rims spinning
And I'm on 4's them 84's extending
Elbows be poking as we gripping on
The sun beaming on the paint but the frame tamed
The color unlike any other
Bang making my platform
Click clan and
This is the state knowing for them taste
in the deck, swanging lanes, sipping gray taste
That's the purple and we turning
If you wanna
You'll get rolled and bounce, like I do my scrape plate
high on 24's, and my cuttly's to a rose
See nothing but gray smoke, when I 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 recline (chop-chop)
From domestic to a form see the rims don't
? In the glow when the trunk pop

Southern playas get the doe, 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 F-ing
Starts 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
minute on the clock is money so I gotta go
Minutes addin up so you can say I'm the Minute Man
Pulling up in my truck and all the slush like, that's him
Season side the dooly as amfibian
Think that you can handle I got, t hen come get in then

I'm ridin good grain
Doing my
Back to back cars dancing like it's Train
Everybody on (swangs)
Lift up on
Still bangin 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)
domestic to a form see the rims don't stop
? In the screens glow the trunk pop

[Tum

Gripping on the (grain)
Candy stay in the (grain)
The of Fat Pat (Pat)
I swear I it mayne
how I get it (yeah)
Them flames I it (uh-huh)
When get broke we say Tum-ty did it (check it)
I got a 80 delta in my
Candy white rag top the bitch hard
Same color spokes, ballin with my
The fifty slab candy coke, we ain't no mothafuckin
and ground sticks (uh-huh)
Deltas and (what else)
Trunks and leek (uh-huh) some roofs are flow masters (yeah)
South 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 forth and twenty's,
I run bitch, fuck a punk (woo)
Seens slugs the grill (grill)
I like Oseal (seal)
Some drank and some
And steals the skill

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

Chamillitary Mayne