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
Trunk is bumping, grill steady coming

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

[Verse 1 - Thug]
I'm taking off down the runway, day Sunday
looking at me, I ain't playing nothing but gun play
Hand on my grain, 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 end up, where my son stay
Got mama drama, because the bitch driving a Hyundai
And I got a Rolls, G's up
Still down I'm down, watch me act a damn clown
In the cleanest shit around, making frown
I been through my town, trying to see what the fuck's up
Boss city ballers, bitch niggas get your up
Got a king ranch, make you put your trucks up
It's looking like them other ran all they luck up
Damn sure can't touch us, we true bosses
You know how we do it fool, we blue flossers

[Verse 2 - Hogg Outlawz]
Switching lane to lane, gripping grain
knocking, tops dropping, it's a hood thing
Just rolling the neighborhood, holding slab
Players up the deuce when I hit the ave.
pouring, A.C. blowing
Sun bright, but my screens still showing
unlocking, yellow hoes bopping
Two miles an hour, ain't doing no
I hit the button, the kit
High-siding when I'm riding, because I I'm the shit
standing on the sideline, talking that trash
Eyes for the jackers, because I'm anxious to blast
Of course I'm having cash, look at my ride
Glass 4's, candy doors, peanut butter
I can't be denied, straight up out of
wood wheel, just laid back cruising

[Verse 3 - Boss Hogg
lights on, now we headed to the club
Long line of Caddy's, on the 4's and them
Everybody icy, so chicken heads choosing
Sideline watching, as the candy slab
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 of that Patron
on my dick, punching numbers in my phone
Got my money long, because I'm cashing them
Boss Outlawz, here to serve and collect
In that down south state, where the cash is great
On feet when I skate, boulevard break
Everybody paper chase, on the grind for green
I'ma shine for myself, I'ma shine for my
pounds of that green, you know I got to get the kill
Recline on the scene, as I my wood wheel