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, claimin' South East
Bakin' cakes hate makin' playahaters break down
If you're for an exit, cause Houston on the wreck shit
T-e-x-a-s is the state you mess wit
the tech, spit, and check shit to vest
Where respect shit from to east
connected with the west
It's the 3rd Coast creepin' 'round the
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 Atlant' on the map
Bailin' through the Texas street with my hand on my
Every hour on the hour born bout rexis
Leaving you chestless if you're vestless, don't 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 bust and no fucking wit us, cause uh
Marsh shit don't thrill me, haters wanna me
Lil' Keke Texas, so try to feel me
Marsh shit don't thrill me, haters kill me
Southside Houston, Texas, so try to 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 to this world-wide tower
myself and then I bust, the other 9 don't matter
Ain't no wustle in Calies I used to think that was
It's automatics that'll catch you at this front do'
like Frank White, facin' Kapone
Stackin' cheese, takin' my keys, when you through the zone
Tell your colleage you won't this
sides took over
9 out of 10 I makin' it out, I doubt it
Fairy tales and riddles, cut you sweet down the
Fill in with weed to how I'm plottin' to kill ya
and neeyas, gangbangers and dopeslangers
Pull the Southern angle 2-1 in the chamber
So Lisa Lee, to the who not try test us
You find yourself tryin' to fuck with Texas

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

Feel the ill, yield the yield, hands no fear
with full metal gear, makin' it loud and clear
Takin' advantage, you manage, I'm a Southside avouce
So lay it down, or be found, as the of massacre
I'm askin' ya to chill, yet try to feel
Stackin' mills the kilo, gang related for real
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, it's all about greed
Tech 9, red beam, and a team
Yeah we're to the border so won't you put in your order
Pound of weed, chug of water, a chicken or quarter
Puffin' 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 lonestar

Ashes to ashes, to dust
Texas, that's us, and in glocks we trust, 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' Keke representin' Texas, so try to me
Marsh shit don't thrill me, wanna kill me
Southside Houston, Texas, so try to me