Luyện nghe bài hát Don't Mess Wit Texas

Put your stones in dust and worn, Coast raised and born
Have a place you get loose and catch the Texas long horn
Up ass, when I blast, claimin' South East H-Town
Bakin' stackin' 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 don't wit
Cock the tech, spit, and check to vest
Where respect shit from north to
Well connected with the
It's the 3rd Coast 'round the corner
Rockin' birds, serb, puffin' marijuana
Screwed-Up Click roll deep and we it Down 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 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, to dust
Texas, us, and in glocks we trust, cause uh
Ashes to ashes, to dust
Glock 9's we and there's no fucking 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 kill me
Houston, Texas, so try to feel me

Cross the line at the point, to this state
And create drastic c's, lil' the kid make
Bustin' sounds out in the Talon to this world-wide
myself and then I bust, the other 9 don't matter
Ain't no in Calies I used to think that was slow
It's that'll catch you at this Texan's front do'
like Frank White, facin' Kapone
Stackin' cheese, takin' my keys, when you went through the
Tell colleage you won't want this
North sides over
9 out of 10 I makin' it out, I doubt it
Fairy tales and riddles, cut you sweet down the
Fill in with to succeed how I'm plottin' to kill ya
Cowboys and neeyas, gangbangers and
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, 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 don't thrill me, haters wanna kill me
Lil' Keke representin' Texas, so try to me
shit don't thrill me, haters wanna kill 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
advantage, you can't manage, I'm a Southside avouce
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, I want even
If I'm in you spin, here's the key to the Benz
Fuck a friend in this game, it's all about greed
Tech 9, red beam, and a murderin'
Yeah we're to the border so won't you put in your order
of weed, chug of water, half a chicken or quarter
Puffin' harder at the cause we gainin' respect
Might check, I select, soly connected
You respected Ke to hate, but I set it all
Brain or plate, it's the lonestar state

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