Luyện nghe bài hát Wood Wheel

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

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

[Verse 1 - Slim
I'm taking off down the runway, broad day
Haters looking at me, I ain't playing nothing but gun
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, where my son
Got baby mama drama, the bitch driving a Hyundai
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
Boss city ballers, bitch get your bucks up
Got a king ranch, that'll make you put your up
It's looking like them other ran all they luck up
Damn sure can't us, we them true bosses
You know how we do it fool, we them flossers

[Verse 2 - Boss Outlawz]
Switching lane to lane, gripping grain
Trunk knocking, tops dropping, it's a hood
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 miles an hour, ain't doing no
I hit the button, the kit
when I'm riding, because I know I'm the shit
Haters standing on the sideline, talking trash
Eyes scoping for the jackers, because I'm anxious to
Of course I'm having cash, just look at my
Glass 4's, candy doors, peanut insides
I can't be denied, up out of Houston
Working wood wheel, just laid cruising

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