Luyện nghe bài hát Land of the Slowed

[Intro:
They try'na say 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, Z-Ro
That

Charlie Boy]
This is the Land of The 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

From Bentley's to Escalades the corners keep
And them haters still
While the dimes grinning
From 6-4's to Benzo's 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 chameleon unlike any other
Bang making my platform
Click and studder
This is the state knowing for them taste
Slanging in the deck, lanes, sipping gray taste
the purple and we turning circles
If you wanna
You'll get rolled over and bounce, like I do my plate
Sitting high on 24's, and my cuttly's to a
See nothing but gray smoke, I open up my dows
No to say mo, real G's get chose
the top drop and the trunk pop, you goin see the gray blows

This is the of The Slowed 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 the trunk pop

Southern playas get the doe, ain't trippin what the haters say
Hate started that my birth, my is a hater day
Way before Mike Jones and Magno, I was day-to-day
G-fo, in the air, a F-ing fadeaway
Starts to the floor, walk out lift my dow
Up into the sky, and the bet you reply with "WOOH"
I be jammin music that be and be sign it slow
Every minute on the 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 side the classify as amfibian
Think that you can handle what I got, t hen get in then

I'm ridin good grain
my thang
Back to back dancing like it's Soul Train
Everybody on (swangs)
up on swangs
Still 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 to a form see the rims don't stop
? In the glow when the trunk pop

[Tum

Gripping on the (grain)
Candy 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 in my yard
Candy blue rag top the bitch hard
Same color spokes, ballin with my
The fifty slab coke, we ain't no mothafuckin joke
Caprices and sticks (uh-huh)
and rolmels (what else)
Trunks and leek baskets (uh-huh) some roofs are flow (yeah)
Dirty South riders and them the boys 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 that bitch, a punk (woo)
Seens slugs inside the (grill)
I ball Oseal (seal)
drank and some kill
And the round skill

This is the of The Slowed 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 glow the trunk pop

Mayne [x2]