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, claimin' South East
Bakin' cakes stackin' hate makin' 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 shit to vest
Where respect shit north to east
connected with the west
It's the 3rd Coast 'round the corner
Rockin' birds, sippin' serb, marijuana
Screwed-Up Click roll deep and we kick it Down
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 on the hour born doubtin' bout rexis
Leaving you chestless if you're vestless, don't mess wit

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

Cross the line at the point, to this lonestar
And create drastic c's, lil' the kid make
Bustin' sounds out in the Talon to this tower
Take myself and I bust, the other 9 don't matter
Ain't no wustle in Calies I used to that was slow
It's that'll catch you at this Texan's front do'
Lifestyles like Frank White, facin'
Stackin' cheese, takin' my keys, when you through the zone
Tell colleage you won't want this
sides took over
9 times out of 10 I it out, I doubt it
Fairy and riddles, cut you sweet down the middle
Fill in with weed to succeed how I'm to kill ya
and neeyas, gangbangers and dopeslangers
Pull the angle glock 2-1 in the chamber
So Lisa Lee, to the who not try test us
You find yourself restless tryin' to fuck with

Ashes to ashes, dust to
Texas, us, and in glocks we trust, cause uh
to ashes, dust to dust
Glock 9's we and there's 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
Houston, Texas, so try to feel me

Feel the ill, the yield, Texas hands no fear
Strapped with full 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, yet try to feel
Stackin' down the kilo, gang related for real
the deal, 9 to 10, everythang I want even
If I'm in then you spin, here's the key to the
Fuck a friend in this game, cause all about greed
Tech 9, red beam, and a team
Yeah we're close to the so won't you put in your order
of weed, chug of water, half a chicken or quarter
Puffin' harder at the bottom we gainin' respect
check, I select, soly Texas connected
You respected Ke to hate, but I set it all
Brain or chest plate, the lonestar state

Ashes to ashes, to dust
Texas, us, and in glocks we trust, cause uh
to ashes, dust to dust
Glock 9's we bust and there's no wit us, cause uh
Marsh shit don't thrill me, haters kill 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