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 through somethin
for the
You must be crazy
You know we down, this Texas nigga
off the top ho
Hold up, that shit that'll shake the sidewalk right there
Dang, you pop trunk
Bang down block (Play-Play-Play-Play-Play-N-Skillz)
Beat 'em right quick mayne

[Chorus - (Bun B) - w/ ad libs]
I'm ridin
(I'm in the slab, up the Ave.)
I'm ridin
(Sittin on leather my shit together)
I'm ridin
(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 I'm rollin through the hood
Beep, beep, so they can see how a grips his wood
Beep, beep, I bet they see that now I'm good
(Grippin the grain, the stain)
I'm slow

1 - Bun B]
Texas, land of the (swang), where boys pop trunk and bang (bang)
Come down in a candy thang, hittin that switch (switch), 'em hang
Hit me a stang, a lick (lick)
Pound of the brown, maybe a (brick)
Burn that purp of the 'gar
With a bad ass bitch 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, reppin 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, don't a loss (loss), get with a winner
on my plate for dinner (dinner)
And bitch is the midnight snack (snack)
Break her off I'm layin up in her (in her)
When I'm I'm a send her right back (back)
out chain (chain), frozen wrist (wrist), grip that grain when I close this fist
Diamonds up against the in the hood and I can't be missed

[Chorus - w/ ad

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

[Chorus - w/ ad

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

- w/ ad libs]

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