Luyện nghe bài hát Wood Wheel

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Now I got to grip, my wood wheel
Now I got to grip, my grain wheel
Now I got to grip, my grain wheel
is steady bumping, grill steady coming

[Intro chorus - Slim Thug]
Yeah, it's time to pull them out mane
It's slab season, that boy Mr. Lee act a fool this one
North side where you at? South side you at?
The East, where you at mane?
time to get your shine on mane
Pull the candy out on boys
Holler at Thug
Thugga!

[Verse 1 - Slim
I'm taking off down the runway, broad day
Haters looking at me, I ain't playing but gun play
on my grain, while I'm swinging on the one way
Boppers everywhere, I see be a fun day
I might as well stay up all night, till Monday
My shit'll probably end up, my son stay
Got baby mama drama, because the bitch driving a
And I got a Rolls, G's up
Still down till I'm down, watch me act a damn
In the cleanest shit around, motherfuckers frown
I been flipping through my town, to see what the fuck's up
city ballers, bitch niggas get your bucks up
Got a ranch, that'll make you put your trucks up
It's looking like them other boys ran all they up
Damn sure can't touch us, we them bosses
You know how we do it fool, we them blue

[Verse 2 - Hogg Outlawz]
Switching lane to lane, gripping wood
Trunk knocking, dropping, it's a hood thing
Just rolling the neighborhood, holding slab
chunking up the deuce when I hit the ave.
Drank pouring, A.C.
Sun shining bright, but my still showing
Bumper unlocking, hoes bopping
Two an hour, ain't doing no stopping
I hit the button, the kit
High-siding when I'm riding, because I know I'm the
Haters standing on the sideline, talking trash
scoping for the jackers, because I'm anxious to blast
Of course I'm having cash, look at my ride
Glass 4's, candy doors, butter insides
I can't be denied, straight up out of
Working wood wheel, just back cruising

[Verse 3 - Boss Hogg
City on, now we headed to the club
Long line of Caddy's, on the 4's and DUBS
Everybody icy, so them heads choosing
watching, as the candy slab cruising
Hit the lot, and it's time to shut it down
Fall up in the spot, and I'm smelling a pound
Headed to the bar, for a shot of Patron
on my dick, punching numbers in my phone
Got my money long, because I'm cashing them
Boss Hogg Outlawz, to serve and collect
In that down south state, where the flow is great
On feet when I skate, boulevard break
Everybody paper chase, on the grind for green
I'ma shine for myself, I'ma for my team
Puffing pounds of green, you know I got to get the kill
Recline on the scene, as I my wood wheel