Luyện nghe bài hát Don't Mess Wit Texas

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

Ashes to ashes, to dust
Texas, us, and in glocks we trust, cause uh
Ashes to ashes, to dust
9's we bust and there's 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
Houston, Texas, so try to feel me

Cross the line at the point, to lonestar state
And create drastic c's, the kid can't make
Bustin' sounds out in the to this world-wide tower
Take myself and then I bust, the other 9 don't
Ain't no wustle in Calies I used to think that was
It's automatics that'll catch you at Texan's front do'
like Frank White, facin' Kapone
Stackin' cheese, takin' my keys, when you went the zone
your colleage you won't want this
North took over
9 times out of 10 I makin' it out, I it
tales and riddles, cut you sweet down the middle
Fill in with weed to succeed how I'm 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 with Texas

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

Feel the ill, yield the yield, 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 of massacre
I'm askin' ya to chill, yet try to feel
Stackin' mills down the kilo, gang related for
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, cause it's all about
Tech 9, red beam, and a team
Yeah we're close to the border so you put in your order
Pound of weed, chug of water, half a chicken or
Puffin' harder at the bottom cause we respect
Might check, I select, soly Texas
You respected Ke to hate, but I set it all
Brain or chest plate, the lonestar state

Ashes to ashes, to dust
Texas, us, and in glocks 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, haters wanna me
Lil' representin' Texas, so try to feel me
Marsh shit don't thrill me, haters kill me
Southside Houston, Texas, so try to me