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

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

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

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

[Verse 3 - Boss Outlawz]
City lights on, now we headed to the
Long line of Caddy's, on the 4's and them
Everybody icy, so them chicken heads
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
to the bar, for a shot of that Patron
Chicks on my dick, punching in my phone
Got my long, because I'm cashing them checks
Boss Hogg Outlawz, here to serve and
In that down south state, where the cash flow is
On feet when I skate, boulevard I'ma
Everybody paper chase, on the grind for that
I'ma for myself, I'ma shine for my team
Puffing pounds of green, you know I got to get the kill
Recline on the scene, as I work my wheel