Luyện nghe bài hát Don't Mess Wit Texas

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

Ashes to ashes, to dust
Texas, that's us, and in glocks we trust, 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' Keke representin' Texas, so try to me
Marsh shit don't thrill me, wanna kill me
Southside Houston, Texas, so try to me

the line at the point, to this lonestar state
And create drastic c's, the kid can't make
Bustin' sounds out in the Talon to this world-wide
Take myself and then I bust, the other 9 don't
Ain't no wustle in I used to think that was slow
It's automatics that'll you at this Texan's front do'
Lifestyles Frank White, facin' Kapone
Stackin' cheese, my keys, when you went through the zone
Tell your you won't want this
North took over
9 times out of 10 I it out, I doubt it
tales and riddles, cut you sweet down the middle
Fill in with weed to how I'm plottin' to kill ya
Cowboys and neeyas, gangbangers and
the Southern angle glock 2-1 in the chamber
So Lisa Lee, to the publicist who not try us
You find yourself restless tryin' to with Texas

to ashes, dust to dust
Texas, that's us, and in we trust, cause uh
Ashes to ashes, dust to
Glock 9's we bust and no fucking wit us, cause uh
Marsh shit don't thrill me, wanna kill me
Lil' Keke Texas, so try to feel me
Marsh shit thrill me, haters wanna kill me
Southside Houston, Texas, so try to me

Feel the ill, yield the yield, Texas no fear
with full metal gear, makin' it loud and clear
Takin' advantage, you can't manage, I'm a avouce
So lay it down, or be found, as the of massacre
I'm askin' ya to chill, better yet try to
Stackin' mills the kilo, gang related for real
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 it's all 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 or quarter
Puffin' harder at the bottom cause we gainin'
Might check, I select, Texas connected
You respected Ke to hate, but I set it all
Brain or chest plate, the lonestar state

Ashes to ashes, dust to
Texas, that's us, and in glocks we trust, uh
to ashes, dust to dust
Glock 9's we bust and there's no wit us, cause uh
Marsh shit don't thrill me, haters wanna me
Lil' representin' Texas, so try to feel me
Marsh shit thrill me, haters wanna kill me
Southside Houston, Texas, so try to me