Luyện nghe bài hát Ridin' Slow

[Intro - and Screwed Voice (echo)]
up mayne
I know you ain't think we wouldn't fittin to come through with
for the
You must be nigga
You know we come down, Texas nigga
off the top ho
Hold up, that some shit shake the sidewalk right there
Dang, you pop this
Bang down this (Play-Play-Play-Play-Play-N-Skillz)
Beat 'em down right quick

[Chorus - (Bun B) - w/ ad libs]
I'm slow
(I'm in the slab, up the Ave.)
I'm vogues
(Sittin on with my shit together)
I'm ridin
(I'm doin dirty I'm "Ridin' Dirty")
I'm slow
(Sittin on buck and I give a fuck, so bitch, what's up?)

Beep, beep, so they can see when I'm through the hood
Beep, beep, so they can see how a grips his wood
Beep, beep, I bet they see that now I'm livin
(Grippin the grain, the stain)
I'm ridin

1 - Bun B]
Texas, land of the swang (swang), boys pop trunk and bang (bang)
Come down in a thang, hittin that switch (switch), lettin 'em hang
Hit me a stang, maybe a (lick)
of the brown, maybe a brick (brick)
Burn that inside of the 'gar
With a bad ass inside of the car (car)
C to the A, D to the I (I), L to the L to the A to the C (C)
B to the U to the N to the B, that P to the A to the T (to the T)
I'm a dirty South representer, summertime, spring to the fall to the
O.G. in the game, no beginner, don't take a loss (loss), get with a
Lobsters on my for dinner (dinner)
And bitch is the midnight snack (snack)
her off when I'm layin up in her (in her)
When I'm done I'm a her right back (back)
Iced out chain (chain), frozen wrist (wrist), grip that grain when I close this
up against the wood in the hood and I can't be missed

[Chorus - w/ ad

[Verse 2 - Thug]
Huh, huh, huh
I'm ridin slow, slow, from what I smoke and po'
If you ain't smokin 'dro, then the fuck you smokin fo'?
With my deposit Thug about to give the a show (huh)
You know the truck gon' (glow), you know them screens gon' show (show)
You know the fifth gon' fall (fall), you them fo's gon' crawl (cheah)
You know that Texas got to y'all how we like to ball (huh)
My trunk knockin, got 'em like I'm on a stage (I know you see me)
four fifteens sound like lions bustin out a cage
I'm paid, been ridin clean since the 'leventh grade
No more braids now, I'm razor on my (yeah)
I got it made, to Ike and I got it sprayed
Now I park where it's dark, you can't see the shade (huh)

[Chorus - w/ ad

3 - Bun B]
Man, there's a through the city
Leather so soft (soft), paint so
so shiny, rims so new
When I hit your (hood), what you gon' do? (gon' do)
Fall back and break with a G though (G though)
Might down, not like me though (me through)
like To' and Beedo (Beedo)
Big cheese on me like a (Cheeto)
ooh wee though, I'm the (throwdest)
But I you already know this
J's the freshest, the coldest
Hard to miss (miss), easy to
me to show this, easy as pie
Bad ass broad, on the eye
I'm so clean and so fly
Man we so player and no lie
we come through (through), pass on by
If you gon' hate, your ass on by
on top of the world
So really don't need nobody to crash my (my high)
On buck the stitch and tuck (tuck)
These boys know I'm not givin a (fuck)
Try to and get stuck
So don't press luck, what's up?

- w/ ad libs]

I'm slow ...
I'm slow ...