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 Texas horn
Up that ass, I blast, claimin' South East H-Town
Bakin' cakes stackin' hate playahaters break down
If you're lookin' for an exit, cause Houston on the wreck
is the state you don't mess wit
Cock the tech, spit, and check to vest
Where respect shit from to east
Well with the west
It's the 3rd Coast creepin' the corner
birds, sippin' serb, puffin' marijuana
Screwed-Up Click roll deep and we kick it South
Pop the lip, try to trip, get you with the off
Find your boy, bring the north Atlant' on the map
Bailin' through the Texas street with my on my strap
Every on the hour born doubtin' bout rexis
Leaving you chestless if you're vestless, mess wit Texas

to ashes, dust to dust
Texas, us, and in glocks we trust, cause uh
Ashes to ashes, dust to
Glock 9's we bust and there's no fucking wit us, 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 line at the point, to this lonestar
And create drastic c's, lil' the kid can't
sounds out in the Talon to this world-wide tower
Take myself and then I bust, the 9 don't matter
no wustle in Calies I used to think that was slow
It's automatics catch you at this Texan's front do'
Lifestyles like Frank White, facin'
cheese, takin' my keys, when you went through the zone
Tell your you won't want this
North took over
9 out of 10 I makin' it out, I doubt it
Fairy tales and riddles, cut you down the middle
Fill in with to succeed how I'm plottin' to kill ya
Cowboys and neeyas, and dopeslangers
Pull the Southern glock 2-1 in the chamber
So Lee, to the publicist who not try test us
You find yourself restless tryin' to fuck Texas

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 fucking wit us, uh
Marsh shit thrill me, haters wanna kill me
Lil' Keke 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 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, gang related for
Here's the deal, 9 to 10, everythang I want
If I'm in you spin, here's the key to the Benz
Fuck a friend in this game, cause all about greed
9, red beam, and a murderin' team
Yeah close to the border so won't you put in your order
Pound of weed, chug of water, half a chicken or
Puffin' 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

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