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 broke loose and catch the long horn
Up that ass, when I blast, claimin' East H-Town
Bakin' stackin' hate makin' playahaters break down
If lookin' for an exit, cause Houston on the wreck shit
T-e-x-a-s is the you don't mess wit
Cock the tech, spit, and shit to vest
Where respect from north to east
connected with the west
It's the 3rd creepin' 'round the corner
Rockin' birds, sippin' serb, 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 street with my hand on my strap
hour on the hour born doubtin' bout rexis
Leaving you chestless if vestless, don't mess wit Texas

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

Cross the line at the point, to this state
And create drastic c's, the kid can't make
Bustin' sounds out in the Talon to this tower
Take and then I bust, the other 9 don't matter
Ain't no wustle in Calies I used to think that was
It's automatics that'll catch you at this Texan's do'
Lifestyles like White, facin' Kapone
Stackin' cheese, takin' my keys, when you went the zone
Tell your colleage you won't this
North took over
9 times out of 10 I makin' it out, I it
Fairy tales and riddles, cut you sweet down the
Fill in with weed to succeed how I'm to kill ya
and neeyas, gangbangers and dopeslangers
Pull the Southern glock 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, us, and in glocks we trust, cause uh
Ashes to ashes, 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 kill me
Southside Houston, Texas, so try to me

Feel the ill, yield the yield, hands no fear
Strapped full metal 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 of massacre
I'm ya to chill, better yet try to feel
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 greed
Tech 9, red beam, and a team
Yeah we're close to the border so you put in your order
Pound of weed, of water, half a chicken or quarter
harder at the bottom cause we gainin' respect
Might check, I select, Texas connected
You respected Ke to hate, but I set it all
Brain or chest plate, it's the 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 fucking wit us, uh
Marsh shit don't thrill me, haters wanna me
Lil' representin' Texas, so try to feel me
Marsh shit don't thrill me, wanna kill me
Southside Houston, Texas, so try to me