Luyện nghe bài hát Don't Mess Wit Texas

Put your stones in dust and worn, South Coast and born
Have a place you get broke loose and catch the Texas long
Up that ass, when I blast, South East H-Town
Bakin' cakes stackin' hate playahaters break down
If you're lookin' for an exit, cause Houston on the wreck
T-e-x-a-s is the state you don't wit
the tech, spit, and check shit to vest
Where respect shit north to east
Well connected the west
It's the 3rd Coast creepin' the corner
Rockin' birds, serb, puffin' marijuana
Screwed-Up Click deep and we kick it Down South
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 street my hand on my strap
Every hour on the hour born bout rexis
Leaving you chestless if you're vestless, mess wit Texas

Ashes to ashes, to dust
Texas, that's us, and in we trust, cause uh
Ashes to ashes, dust to
Glock 9's we 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 me, haters wanna kill me
Houston, Texas, so try to feel me

Cross the line at the point, to this lonestar
And create drastic c's, the kid can't make
Bustin' sounds out in the Talon to this tower
Take myself and then I bust, the other 9 matter
Ain't no in Calies I used to think that was slow
automatics that'll catch you at this Texan's front do'
Lifestyles Frank White, facin' Kapone
Stackin' cheese, my keys, when you went through the zone
Tell your you won't want this
North sides took
9 out of 10 I makin' it out, I doubt it
Fairy tales and riddles, cut you sweet the middle
Fill in with weed to succeed how I'm plottin' to ya
Cowboys and neeyas, and dopeslangers
Pull the Southern 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 glocks we trust, 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, haters wanna me
Southside Houston, Texas, so try to me

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

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