Luyện nghe bài hát Don't Mess Wit Texas

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

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 don't thrill me, haters wanna kill me
Keke representin' 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 drastic c's, lil' the kid can't make
Bustin' sounds out in the to this world-wide tower
Take myself and then I bust, the other 9 matter
Ain't no wustle in Calies I used to that was slow
It's automatics that'll catch you at Texan's front do'
Lifestyles like Frank White, Kapone
cheese, takin' my keys, when you went through the zone
Tell your colleage you won't this
North took over
9 times out of 10 I makin' it out, I it
Fairy tales and riddles, cut you sweet the middle
Fill in with to succeed how I'm plottin' to kill ya
and neeyas, gangbangers and dopeslangers
Pull the angle glock 2-1 in the chamber
So Lisa Lee, to the publicist who not try us
You find yourself restless tryin' to 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 there's no wit us, cause uh
Marsh don't thrill me, haters wanna kill me
Lil' representin' Texas, so try to feel me
Marsh shit don't thrill me, wanna kill me
Southside Houston, Texas, so try to me

the ill, yield the yield, Texas hands no fear
Strapped with full metal gear, makin' it loud and
Takin' advantage, you can't manage, I'm a avouce
So lay it down, or be found, as the chains of
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 even
If I'm in then you spin, here's the key to the
Fuck a friend in this game, cause it's all about
Tech 9, red beam, and a murderin'
Yeah we're close to the border so you put in your order
Pound of weed, chug of water, half a chicken or
Puffin' at the bottom cause we gainin' respect
check, I select, soly Texas connected
You respected Ke to hate, but I set it all
or chest plate, it's the lonestar state

Ashes to ashes, dust to
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 thrill me, haters wanna kill me
Keke representin' Texas, so try to feel me
Marsh don't thrill me, haters wanna kill me
Southside Houston, Texas, so try to me