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 loose and the Texas long horn
Up that ass, when I blast, claimin' South H-Town
Bakin' cakes stackin' hate makin' break down
If you're lookin' for an exit, Houston on the wreck shit
T-e-x-a-s is the state you don't wit
Cock the tech, spit, and check shit to
Where respect shit north to east
Well connected with the
It's the 3rd Coast creepin' 'round the
Rockin' birds, serb, puffin' marijuana
Screwed-Up Click deep and we kick it Down South
Pop the lip, try to trip, get you the sawed off
Find your boy, the north twelve Atlant' on the map
Bailin' through the Texas street my hand on my strap
Every hour on the hour born doubtin' rexis
Leaving you chestless if you're vestless, don't wit Texas

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 fucking wit us, uh
shit 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

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
Take myself and I bust, the other 9 don't matter
Ain't no wustle in Calies I used to think was slow
It's automatics that'll catch you at this front do'
Lifestyles Frank White, facin' Kapone
Stackin' cheese, takin' my keys, when you through the zone
Tell your you won't want this
North took over
9 times out of 10 I makin' it out, I 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 yourself restless tryin' to fuck with Texas

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

Feel the ill, yield the yield, hands no fear
Strapped with full metal gear, it loud and clear
Takin' advantage, you can't manage, I'm a Southside
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 even
If I'm in then you spin, here's the key to the
Fuck a friend in this game, cause it's all about
Tech 9, red beam, and a team
Yeah we're close to the border so won't you put in order
Pound of weed, chug of water, a chicken or quarter
Puffin' at the bottom cause we gainin' respect
Might check, I select, Texas connected
You Ke to hate, but I set it all straight
Brain or plate, it's the lonestar state

Ashes to ashes, to dust
Texas, that's us, and in we trust, cause uh
to ashes, dust to dust
Glock 9's we and there's no fucking wit us, cause uh
Marsh shit thrill me, haters wanna kill 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