Luyện nghe bài hát Don't Mess Wit Texas

Put your stones in dust and worn, South Coast and born
Have a place you get broke loose and catch the Texas long
Up ass, when I blast, claimin' South East H-Town
Bakin' cakes stackin' makin' playahaters break down
If you're lookin' for an exit, Houston on the wreck shit
T-e-x-a-s is the state you don't wit
Cock the tech, spit, and check shit to
Where respect shit from north to
Well connected with the
It's the 3rd Coast creepin' the corner
Rockin' birds, serb, puffin' marijuana
Screwed-Up roll deep and we kick it Down South
Pop the lip, try to trip, get you with the off
Find your boy, bring the north twelve on the map
Bailin' through the Texas street my hand on my strap
Every hour on the hour born doubtin' bout
Leaving you if you're vestless, don't mess wit Texas

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

Cross the line at the point, to this state
And create drastic c's, lil' the kid can't
Bustin' sounds out in the to this world-wide tower
Take myself and then I bust, the other 9 don't
Ain't no in Calies I used to think that was slow
It's automatics that'll catch you at Texan's front do'
like Frank White, facin' Kapone
Stackin' cheese, takin' my keys, when you went the zone
Tell your colleage you want this
North took over
9 out of 10 I makin' it out, I doubt it
Fairy tales and riddles, cut you down the middle
in with weed to succeed how I'm plottin' to kill ya
Cowboys and neeyas, gangbangers and
the Southern angle glock 2-1 in the chamber
So Lisa Lee, to the publicist who not try us
You find restless tryin' to fuck with Texas

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

Feel the ill, yield the yield, Texas 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' down the kilo, gang related for real
Here's the deal, 9 to 10, everythang I want
If I'm in then you spin, the key to the Benz
Fuck a in this game, cause it's all about greed
Tech 9, red beam, and a team
we're close to the border so won't you put in your order
Pound of weed, chug of water, a chicken or quarter
Puffin' at the bottom cause we gainin' respect
Might check, I select, Texas connected
You respected Ke to hate, but I set it all
Brain or chest plate, it's the lonestar

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