Luyện nghe bài hát 2 MPH

"Sippin, sippin on lean, sippin, on bo'"

B]
Comin down grain, diamonds up against the wood
Tops drop, blades chop, trunk is popped, I'm good
down the boulevard, chunky deuce, the fifth is shinin
The queen is shotgun and Finger's behind me
So never you mind me, I'm just hustling,
My are heavy and my diamonds are blindin
My are loaded and cocked so know that I'm ready
die for my family dog but I'll kill for my fair day
R.I.P. to my baby bro, UGK
It ain't no stopping this movement, you on the real
Cause we keeping it trill, from ashes to dust
We got paper to make and fake nigga's to bust
If you down for your hood, and you bangin that
Put your sets in the sky, cause one is for you
Keep on it true, fuck haters and again
Cause we play the game to say we play, we play to win

[Hook: F.A.B. X2]
Leanin to the side, you cain't speed
Two miles per hour, so sees you
Ridin by myself, the pistol in the do'
"Sippin, sippin on lean, sippin, on bo'"

F.A.B.]
Candy on my big wheel, man I'm still a kid
Twenty-six, same age as me, can you dig?
Ridin down the block, knockin off your wall
Just showin off my grill made by Paul
Alpine speakers in my grill on
my boys in Texas, hittin corner on them slabs
Seat laid back, you how us pimps be
Keep head up Bun B, rest in peace Pimp C
A mill' on mine rolled back to back and young millionaires we haven't
Rhyme through the hood and habitat, candy paint look like some cabbage
Haters hot, they mad at that, Chamillionaire, how F.A.B. get
Two dimes in a car, how bad is that? King of the jungle, you an cat
Prince of the coast brought Cali back, threw some D's on a Cadillac
Smoke so much, got cataracts, been rollin up for a of fact
F.A.B. get where F.A.B. is at, from the Bay to the South where them slabs is at
Oakland down to Houston, only rollin them savage cats

X2]

[Chamillionaire (Over Hook: mayne, yeah)]
It's gon' be, F-A-C, T to the Feds gon' mess me
And F-A-B, when they see, money yes they pay me
Mugabe, Inspector G, 'em all cause they cain't get me
Ten vehicles parked in the yard, your choice, I'll get that key
Take that jet out to West, swang and get our swerve on
Hit that strip in my whip, gon' strip and let sexy curves show
Vehicle sittin very low, pimp that caddy slow
They like "Yeah, Chamillionaire, the realest I done holmes"

Wall]
I'm leanin to the side sideways, crooked
My Ratchet paint got all of the people lookin
I'm beatin the block, givin the streets an ass whoopin
Peep the way a player move, notes lil young-un
I'm movin mo', leanin off a potent fo'
Pistol in my lap, plus one in the side do'
You know I'm just a hustler all about my doe
Gettin cake and stackin up that paper, I mo'

X2]

"Sippin, sippin on lean, sippin, on bo'"