Luyện nghe bài hát Don't Mess Wit Texas

Put your in dust and worn, South Coast raised and born
Have a you get broke loose and catch the Texas long horn
Up that ass, I blast, claimin' South East H-Town
Bakin' cakes hate makin' playahaters break down
If you're for an exit, cause Houston on the wreck shit
is the state you don't mess wit
Cock the tech, spit, and check shit to
Where respect shit from north to
Well with the west
the 3rd Coast creepin' 'round the corner
Rockin' birds, serb, puffin' marijuana
Screwed-Up Click roll and we kick it Down South
Pop the lip, try to trip, get you the sawed off
Find your boy, the north twelve Atlant' on the map
through the Texas street with my hand on my strap
Every hour on the hour born doubtin' rexis
Leaving you chestless if you're vestless, don't mess wit

Ashes to ashes, to dust
Texas, that's us, and in glocks we trust, uh
Ashes to ashes, to dust
Glock 9's we bust and there's no wit us, cause uh
Marsh shit don't thrill me, haters kill me
Lil' Keke Texas, so try to feel me
Marsh don't thrill me, haters wanna kill me
Houston, Texas, so try to feel me

Cross the at the point, to this lonestar state
And create drastic c's, lil' the kid make
Bustin' sounds out in the Talon to this tower
myself and then I bust, the other 9 don't matter
Ain't no wustle in I used to think that was slow
It's automatics that'll you at this Texan's front do'
like Frank White, facin' Kapone
Stackin' cheese, takin' my keys, when you went through the
your colleage you won't want this
North sides over
9 times out of 10 I makin' it out, I it
tales and riddles, cut you sweet down the middle
Fill in with to succeed how I'm plottin' to kill ya
Cowboys and neeyas, and dopeslangers
Pull the Southern angle glock 2-1 in the
So Lee, to the publicist who not try test us
You find yourself restless tryin' to fuck with

to ashes, dust to dust
Texas, us, and in glocks we trust, cause uh
Ashes to ashes, to dust
Glock 9's we bust and no fucking wit us, cause uh
Marsh shit don't thrill me, wanna kill me
Lil' Keke Texas, so try to feel me
Marsh shit don't thrill me, haters wanna me
Southside Houston, Texas, so try to me

Feel the ill, the yield, Texas hands no fear
Strapped with full gear, makin' it loud and clear
advantage, you can't manage, I'm a Southside avouce
So lay it down, or be found, as the of massacre
I'm ya to chill, better yet try to feel
Stackin' mills the kilo, gang related for real
Here's the deal, 9 to 10, everythang I want
If I'm in you spin, here's the key to the Benz
Fuck a friend in this game, cause it's all greed
Tech 9, red beam, and a murderin'
Yeah we're close to the so won't you put in your order
Pound of weed, chug of water, half a chicken or
Puffin' at the bottom cause we gainin' respect
Might check, I select, soly Texas
You respected Ke to hate, but I set it all
Brain or chest plate, it's the lonestar

to ashes, dust to dust
Texas, that's us, and in glocks we trust, uh
Ashes to ashes, dust to
Glock 9's we and there's no fucking wit us, cause uh
Marsh shit don't me, haters wanna kill me
Keke representin' Texas, so try to feel me
Marsh shit don't thrill me, haters kill me
Southside Houston, Texas, so try to me