Luyện nghe bài hát Don't Mess Wit Texas

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

Ashes to ashes, dust to
Texas, that's us, and in we trust, cause uh
to ashes, dust to dust
Glock 9's we bust and no fucking wit us, cause uh
Marsh don't thrill me, haters wanna kill me
Lil' Keke 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 state
And create drastic c's, lil' the kid make
sounds out in the Talon to this world-wide tower
Take myself and then I bust, the 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 White, facin' Kapone
Stackin' cheese, takin' my keys, when you went the zone
your colleage you won't want this
North sides took
9 times out of 10 I makin' it out, I it
Fairy tales and riddles, cut you down the middle
Fill in with to succeed how I'm plottin' to kill ya
Cowboys and neeyas, gangbangers and
Pull the Southern angle glock 2-1 in the
So Lee, to the publicist who not try test us
You find yourself restless tryin' to fuck Texas

to ashes, dust to dust
Texas, that's us, and in we trust, cause uh
to ashes, dust 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 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, Texas hands no
Strapped with metal gear, makin' it loud 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
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 it's all about
9, red beam, and a murderin' team
Yeah close to the border so won't you put in your order
Pound of weed, of water, half a chicken or quarter
Puffin' harder at the bottom 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 lonestar

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