Luyện nghe bài hát Wood Wheel

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

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

[Verse 1 - Thug]
I'm taking off down the runway, 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, it's Monday
My shit'll probably end up, my son stay
Got mama drama, because the bitch driving a Hyundai
And I got a Rolls, G's up
Still down till I'm down, watch me act a clown
In the shit around, making motherfuckers frown
I been flipping through my town, trying to see what the up
Boss ballers, bitch niggas get your bucks up
Got a ranch, that'll make you put your trucks up
It's like them other boys ran all they luck up
Damn sure touch us, we them true bosses
You how we do it fool, we them blue flossers

[Verse 2 - Boss Hogg
Switching lane to lane, gripping wood
Trunk knocking, tops dropping, a hood thing
Just through the neighborhood, holding slab
Players chunking up the when I hit the ave.
Drank pouring, A.C.
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
when I'm riding, because I know I'm the shit
Haters on the sideline, talking that trash
Eyes for the jackers, because I'm anxious to blast
Of course I'm having cash, just look at my
Glass 4's, candy doors, butter insides
I can't be denied, up out of Houston
Working wood wheel, just back cruising

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