Luyện nghe bài hát Don't Mess Wit Texas

Put your in dust and worn, South Coast raised and born
Have a place you get loose and catch the Texas long horn
Up that ass, when I blast, claimin' South H-Town
Bakin' cakes stackin' hate playahaters break down
If you're lookin' for an exit, Houston on the wreck shit
is the state you don't mess wit
Cock the tech, spit, and check to vest
respect shit from north to east
Well connected the west
It's the 3rd Coast creepin' the corner
Rockin' birds, sippin' serb, puffin'
Screwed-Up Click roll deep and we kick it Down
Pop the lip, try to trip, get you with the off
your boy, bring the north twelve Atlant' on the map
Bailin' through the Texas with my hand on my strap
Every hour on the hour born doubtin' bout
Leaving you if you're 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 and there's no fucking wit us, cause uh
Marsh shit don't me, haters wanna kill 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

the line at the point, to this lonestar 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 that was slow
It's automatics that'll you at this Texan's front do'
Lifestyles like Frank White, facin'
Stackin' cheese, takin' my keys, when you went through the
Tell colleage you won't want this
sides took over
9 times out of 10 I it out, I doubt it
Fairy tales and riddles, cut you sweet down the
Fill in with weed to succeed how I'm plottin' to ya
Cowboys and neeyas, gangbangers and
the Southern angle 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, to dust
Texas, that's us, and in we trust, cause 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' Keke representin' Texas, so try to me
Marsh shit don't me, haters wanna kill me
Southside Houston, Texas, so try to me

Feel the ill, yield the yield, Texas no fear
Strapped with full metal gear, makin' it 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 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
a friend in this game, cause it's all about greed
Tech 9, red beam, and a murderin'
Yeah close to the border so won't you put in your order
Pound of weed, chug of water, a chicken or quarter
harder at the bottom cause we gainin' respect
Might check, I select, soly 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 no fucking wit us, cause uh
Marsh shit don't thrill me, haters kill me
Lil' Keke representin' Texas, so try to me
Marsh don't thrill me, haters wanna kill me
Houston, Texas, so try to feel me