Luyện nghe bài hát Don't Mess Wit Texas

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

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

Cross the at the point, to this lonestar state
And create c's, lil' the kid can't make
Bustin' sounds out in the Talon to world-wide tower
myself and then I bust, the other 9 don't matter
Ain't no wustle in Calies I used to think was slow
It's automatics catch you at this Texan's front do'
Lifestyles like Frank White, Kapone
Stackin' cheese, takin' my keys, when you 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, and dopeslangers
Pull the Southern angle 2-1 in the chamber
So Lisa Lee, to the publicist who not try us
You yourself restless tryin' to fuck with Texas

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 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, haters kill me
Southside Houston, Texas, so try to me

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

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