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 loose and catch the Texas long horn
Up that ass, I blast, claimin' South East H-Town
Bakin' cakes stackin' hate makin' playahaters down
If you're lookin' for an exit, cause on the wreck shit
T-e-x-a-s is the you don't mess wit
Cock the tech, spit, and check shit to
Where respect shit from north to
Well connected the west
It's the 3rd Coast creepin' 'round the
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
Find your boy, bring the twelve Atlant' on the map
Bailin' through the Texas with my hand on my strap
Every hour on the hour born bout rexis
Leaving you chestless if vestless, don't mess wit Texas

Ashes to ashes, to dust
Texas, us, and in glocks we trust, cause uh
Ashes to ashes, dust to
Glock 9's we and there's no fucking wit us, cause uh
shit don't thrill me, haters wanna kill me
Lil' 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 create drastic c's, lil' the kid can't
Bustin' sounds out in the to this world-wide tower
myself and then I bust, the other 9 don't matter
Ain't no wustle in Calies I used to think that was
automatics that'll catch you at this Texan's front do'
Lifestyles like Frank White, Kapone
Stackin' cheese, my keys, when you went through the zone
your colleage you won't want this
North sides over
9 times out of 10 I makin' it out, I it
Fairy tales and riddles, cut you down the middle
Fill in weed to succeed how I'm plottin' to kill ya
Cowboys and neeyas, gangbangers and
Pull the Southern angle 2-1 in the chamber
So Lee, to the publicist who not try test us
You find yourself restless tryin' to with Texas

Ashes to ashes, dust to
Texas, us, and in glocks we trust, cause uh
Ashes to ashes, dust to
Glock 9's we and there's no fucking 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 me, haters wanna kill me
Southside Houston, Texas, so try to me

Feel the ill, yield the yield, Texas hands no
Strapped with full metal gear, makin' it loud and
Takin' advantage, you can't manage, I'm a Southside
So lay it down, or be found, as the chains of
I'm ya to chill, better yet try to feel
mills down 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
a friend in this game, cause it's all about greed
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 or quarter
harder 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 state

to ashes, dust to dust
Texas, that's us, and in 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
Lil' Keke representin' Texas, so try to me
Marsh shit don't thrill me, haters kill me
Houston, Texas, so try to feel me