Luyện nghe bài hát Wood Wheel

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

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

1 - Slim Thug]
I'm taking off the runway, broad day Sunday
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 well stay up all night, till it's
My probably end up, where my son stay
Got mama drama, because the bitch driving a Hyundai
And I got a Rolls, G's up
down till I'm down, watch me act a damn clown
In the cleanest shit around, making motherfuckers
I been flipping through my town, trying to see the fuck's up
Boss 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 luck up
Damn sure can't touch us, we true bosses
You know how we do it fool, we blue flossers

[Verse 2 - Boss Hogg
Switching to lane, gripping wood grain
Trunk knocking, tops dropping, it's a thing
Just rolling through the neighborhood, holding
Players up the deuce when I hit the ave.
Drank pouring, A.C.
Sun shining bright, but my screens still
Bumper unlocking, hoes bopping
Two miles an hour, doing no stopping
I hit the button, the kit
when I'm riding, because I know I'm the shit
Haters standing on the sideline, talking trash
scoping for the jackers, because I'm anxious to blast
Of course I'm having cash, just at my ride
Glass 4's, candy doors, peanut insides
I can't be denied, up out of Houston
Working wheel, just laid back 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 chicken choosing
Sideline watching, as the slab cruising
Hit the parking lot, and time to shut it down
Fall up in the spot, and I'm smelling like a
Headed to the bar, for a of that Patron
Chicks on my dick, punching in my phone
Got my money long, because I'm cashing checks
Boss Hogg Outlawz, to serve and collect
In that down south state, where the cash is great
On feet I skate, boulevard I'ma break
Everybody paper chase, on the grind for that
I'ma shine for myself, I'ma for my team
pounds of that green, you know I got to get the kill
Recline on the scene, as I work my wheel