Luyện nghe bài hát Ridin' Slow

[Intro - Chopped and Voice (echo)]
Hold up
I know you ain't think we wouldn't fittin to come with somethin
for the
You be crazy nigga
You we come down, this Texas nigga
off the top ho
Hold up, that some shit shake the sidewalk right there
Dang, you pop trunk
Bang down this (Play-Play-Play-Play-Play-N-Skillz)
Beat 'em down right mayne

- Play-N-Skillz (Bun B) - w/ ad libs]
I'm slow
(I'm in the slab, up the Ave.)
I'm ridin
(Sittin on leather my shit together)
I'm fo's
(I'm doin dirty I'm "Ridin' Dirty")
I'm ridin
(Sittin on buck and I don't give a fuck, so bitch, up?)

Beep, beep, so they can see when I'm through the hood
Beep, beep, so they can see how a player grips his
Beep, beep, I bet they see that now I'm good
(Grippin the grain, the stain)
I'm ridin

1 - Bun B]
Texas, land of the swang (swang), where boys pop trunk and (bang)
Come down in a candy thang, that switch (switch), lettin 'em hang
Hit me a stang, maybe a (lick)
of the brown, maybe a brick (brick)
Burn that purp of the 'gar
a bad ass bitch inside of the car (car)
C to the A, D to the I (I), L to the L to the A to the C (C)
B to the U to the N to the B, that P to the A to the T (to the T)
I'm a dirty South representer, summertime, to the fall to the winter
O.G. in the game, no beginner, take a loss (loss), get with a winner
on my plate for dinner (dinner)
And your bitch is the snack (snack)
Break her off when I'm up in her (in her)
I'm done I'm a send her right back (back)
Iced out chain (chain), frozen wrist (wrist), grip that grain I close this fist
Diamonds up the wood in the hood and I can't be missed

[Chorus - w/ ad

[Verse 2 - Thug]
Huh, huh, huh
I'm ridin slow, eyes slow, from what I and po'
If you ain't smokin 'dro, then what the fuck you fo'?
With my deposit about to give the world a show (huh)
You the truck gon' glow (glow), you know them screens gon' show (show)
You know the fifth gon' fall (fall), you them fo's gon' crawl (cheah)
You know that Texas got to y'all how we like to ball (huh)
My trunk knockin, got 'em like I'm on a stage (I know you see me)
Them four fifteens like lions bustin out a cage
I'm paid, been ridin clean since the 'leventh grade
No braids now, I'm razor on my taper-fade (yeah)
I got it made, to Ike and I got it sprayed
Now when I park where dark, you can't see the shade (huh)

- w/ ad libs]

3 - Bun B]
Man, a road through the city
Leather so soft (soft), so pretty
Wheels so shiny, so new
When I hit your hood (hood), what you do? (gon' do)
Fall back and break with a G though (G though)
Might come down, not like me (me through)
like To' and Beedo (Beedo)
Big cheese on me a Cheeto (Cheeto)
ooh wee though, I'm the (throwdest)
But I guess you know this
J's the freshest, the coldest
Hard to (miss), easy to notice
me to show this, easy as pie
Bad ass broad, on the eye
I'm so clean and so fly
Man we so player and no lie
When we come (through), pass on by
If you hate, take your ass on by
on top of the world
So really don't need nobody to crash my (my high)
On buck with the stitch and (tuck)
These boys know I'm not a fuck (fuck)
Try to and get stuck
So press your luck, what's up?

[Chorus - w/ ad

I'm slow ...
I'm slow ...