Luyện nghe bài hát Don't Mess Wit Texas

Put your in dust and worn, South Coast raised and born
Have a place you get broke loose and catch the long horn
Up that ass, I blast, claimin' South East H-Town
Bakin' cakes hate makin' playahaters break down
If you're for an exit, cause Houston on the wreck shit
T-e-x-a-s is the state you 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' the corner
Rockin' birds, sippin' serb, marijuana
Screwed-Up Click roll deep and we it Down South
Pop the lip, try to trip, get you the sawed off
Find boy, bring the north twelve Atlant' on the map
through the Texas street with my hand on my strap
Every hour on the hour doubtin' bout rexis
you chestless if you're vestless, don't mess wit Texas

Ashes to ashes, to dust
Texas, that's us, and in glocks we trust, uh
to ashes, dust to dust
Glock 9's we and there's 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, wanna kill me
Southside Houston, Texas, so try to me

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

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 no fucking wit us, cause uh
Marsh shit don't me, haters wanna kill me
Lil' Keke Texas, so try to feel me
Marsh shit don't thrill me, haters wanna me
Southside Houston, Texas, so try to me

Feel the ill, yield the yield, Texas hands no
Strapped full metal gear, makin' it loud and clear
Takin' advantage, you can't manage, I'm a Southside
So lay it down, or be found, as the chains of
I'm askin' ya to chill, better yet try to
Stackin' mills down the kilo, related for real
Here's the deal, 9 to 10, I want even
If I'm in you spin, here's the key to the Benz
Fuck a friend in game, cause it's all about greed
Tech 9, red beam, and a team
Yeah close to the border so won't you put in your order
Pound of weed, of water, half a chicken or quarter
harder at the bottom cause we gainin' respect
Might check, I select, soly connected
You Ke to hate, but I set it all straight
Brain or chest plate, it's the state

Ashes to ashes, to dust
Texas, that's us, and in we trust, cause uh
Ashes to ashes, dust to
9's we bust and there's no fucking 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 kill me
Houston, Texas, so try to feel me