Luyện nghe bài hát Don't Mess Wit Texas

Put your stones in dust and worn, Coast raised and born
a place you get broke loose and catch the Texas long horn
Up that ass, when I blast, claimin' East H-Town
Bakin' cakes stackin' hate playahaters break down
If you're 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 shit north to east
connected with the west
It's the 3rd Coast 'round the corner
Rockin' birds, sippin' serb, 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, bring the north Atlant' on the map
Bailin' through the street with my hand on my strap
Every hour on the hour doubtin' bout rexis
Leaving you chestless if you're vestless, mess wit Texas

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

Cross the line at the point, to lonestar state
And create drastic c's, lil' the kid can't
Bustin' sounds out in the Talon to this world-wide
myself and then I bust, the other 9 don't matter
Ain't no wustle in Calies I used to that was slow
It's that'll catch you at this Texan's front do'
Lifestyles Frank White, facin' Kapone
Stackin' cheese, takin' my keys, you went through the zone
Tell your colleage you won't want
sides took over
9 out of 10 I makin' it out, I doubt 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 restless tryin' to fuck with Texas

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

Feel the ill, the yield, Texas hands no fear
Strapped with full metal gear, makin' it loud and
Takin' advantage, you manage, I'm a Southside avouce
So lay it down, or be found, as the of massacre
I'm ya to chill, better yet try to feel
Stackin' down the kilo, gang related for real
Here's the deal, 9 to 10, everythang I even
If I'm in you spin, here's the key to the Benz
Fuck a friend in game, cause it's all about greed
9, red beam, and a murderin' team
Yeah we're close to the so won't you put in your order
Pound of weed, of water, half a chicken or quarter
Puffin' harder at the bottom cause we gainin'
check, I select, soly Texas connected
You Ke to hate, but I set it all straight
Brain or chest plate, it's the lonestar

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 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
Houston, Texas, so try to feel me