Luyện nghe bài hát 2 MPH

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

B]
Comin down grippin grain, diamonds up the wood
Tops drop, blades chop, trunk is popped, I'm lookin
Swangin down the boulevard, chunky deuce, the is shinin
The queen is ridin shotgun and Finger's me
So never you me, I'm just hustling, grindin
My pockets are and my diamonds are blindin
My pistols are loaded and cocked so know that I'm
die for my family dog but I'll kill for my fair day
R.I.P. to my bro, UGK until
It no stopping this movement, you lose on the real
Cause we keeping it trill, that's ashes to dust
We got paper to and fake nigga's asses to bust
If you down for hood, and you bangin that Screw
Put your sets in the sky, cause one is for you
Keep on keepin it true, fuck and again
we don't 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
by myself, with 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, rims age as me, can you dig?
Ridin the block, knockin pictures off your wall
Just showin off my made by Paul Wall
Alpine in my grill on blast
Like my in Texas, hittin corner on them slabs
Seat laid back, you know how us be
Keep your up Bun B, rest in peace Pimp C
A mill' on mine rolled back to back and young millionaires we scratched
Rhyme through the hood and habitat, paint look like some cabbage patch
Haters hot, they mad at that, Chamillionaire, how F.A.B. get
Two dimes in a car, how bad is that? of the jungle, you an alley cat
Prince of the coast brought Cali back, threw some D's on a Cadillac
so much, got cataracts, been rollin up for a matter of fact
F.A.B. get love where F.A.B. is at, the Bay to the South where them slabs is at
Oakland down to Houston, only rollin with them cats

X2]

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

[Paul
I'm leanin to the side sideways, sittin
My Jolly Ratchet got all of the people lookin
I'm beatin down the block, givin the streets an ass
the way a player move, take notes lil young-un
I'm movin mo', leanin off a potent fo'
Pistol in my lap, another one in the side do'
You know I'm just a young all about my doe
Gettin cake and stackin up paper, I need mo'

X2]

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