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 pimpin 98', knahtalkinbout?
I call it talk
Big Moe
That Trae, that
Charlie

[Hook: Charlie
This is the Land of The Slowed down
Hit the button on the drop recline (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 corners 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 them extending
Elbows be poking as we on grain
The sun beaming on the paint but the ain't tamed
The color chameleon unlike any
Bang making my game
Click clan and
This is the state knowing for them great
in the deck, swanging 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 scrape
Sitting on 24's, and my cuttly's to a rose
See nothing but smoke, when I open up my dows
No to say mo, real G's get chose
When the top drop and the trunk pop, you see the gray blows

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 stop
? In the screens glow when the pop

Southern playas get the doe, ain't trippin bout what the say
Hate started that my birth, my B-day is a day
Way before Mike Jones and Magno, I was day-to-day
G-fo, in the air, like a fadeaway
Starts down to the floor, walk out my dow
Up into the sky, and the bet you goin with "WOOH"
I be jammin music that be and be sign it slow
Every on the clock is money so I gotta go
addin up so you can say that I'm the Minute Man
Pulling up in my truck and all the slush like, him again
Season the dooly classify as amfibian
Think that you can handle I got, t hen come get in then

I'm ridin good grain
Doing my
Back to cars dancing like it's Soul Train
on Swangs (swangs)
Lift up on
bangin screw 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 form see the rims 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 I spit it (uh-huh)
When tray's get broke we say did it (check it)
I got a 80 in my yard
Candy blue white rag top the hard
Same color spokes, ballin my folks
The fifty slab candy coke, we ain't no joke
Caprices and sticks (uh-huh)
Deltas and (what else)
Trunks and leek baskets (uh-huh) some 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 ya how to stunt (yeah)
Get up all them and twenty's,
I run bitch, fuck a punk (woo)
slugs inside the grill (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 button on the drop then (chop-chop)
domestic to a form see the rims don't stop
? In the glow when the trunk pop

Chamillitary Mayne