Luyện nghe bài hát Don't Mess Wit Texas

Put your stones in dust and worn, South raised 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 hate makin' playahaters break down
If you're lookin' for an exit, cause on the wreck shit
T-e-x-a-s is the state you mess wit
the tech, spit, and check shit to vest
Where respect shit from to east
connected with the west
It's the 3rd Coast creepin' the corner
Rockin' birds, sippin' serb, marijuana
Click roll deep and we kick it Down South
Pop the lip, try to trip, get you with the off
your boy, bring the north twelve Atlant' on the map
Bailin' through the Texas street my hand on my strap
Every hour on the hour born bout rexis
Leaving you if you're vestless, don't mess wit Texas

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

Cross the line at the point, to this lonestar
And create drastic c's, the kid can't make
Bustin' sounds out in the to this world-wide tower
Take myself and I bust, the other 9 don't matter
no wustle in Calies I used to think that was slow
It's automatics that'll catch you at this front do'
like Frank White, facin' Kapone
Stackin' cheese, takin' my keys, when you went the zone
Tell your colleage you 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 weed to succeed how I'm to kill ya
Cowboys and neeyas, and dopeslangers
the Southern angle glock 2-1 in the chamber
So Lisa Lee, to the who not try test us
You find yourself restless tryin' to with Texas

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

Feel the ill, yield the yield, Texas no fear
with full metal gear, makin' it loud and clear
Takin' advantage, you manage, I'm a Southside avouce
So lay it down, or be found, as the chains of
I'm askin' ya to chill, better yet try to
mills 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 friend in this game, cause it's all greed
Tech 9, red beam, and a team
Yeah we're close to the border so you put in your order
Pound of weed, chug of water, half a or quarter
Puffin' harder at the cause we gainin' respect
Might check, I select, soly Texas
You Ke to hate, but I set it all straight
Brain or chest plate, it's the lonestar

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