Luyện nghe bài hát Don't Mess Wit Texas

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

to ashes, dust to dust
Texas, us, and in glocks 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
Keke representin' Texas, so try to feel me
Marsh shit thrill me, haters wanna kill me
Houston, Texas, so try to feel me

Cross the at the point, to this lonestar state
And create c's, lil' the kid can't make
Bustin' sounds out in the Talon to world-wide tower
Take myself and I bust, the other 9 don't matter
Ain't no wustle in I used to think that was slow
It's automatics catch you at this Texan's front do'
Lifestyles like Frank White, facin'
Stackin' cheese, takin' my keys, when you went the zone
Tell your colleage you won't this
North sides over
9 out of 10 I makin' it out, I doubt it
Fairy tales and riddles, cut you down the middle
Fill in with to succeed how I'm plottin' to kill ya
and neeyas, gangbangers and dopeslangers
Pull the Southern glock 2-1 in the chamber
So Lee, to the publicist who not try test us
You find yourself restless tryin' to fuck Texas

to ashes, dust to dust
Texas, us, and in glocks 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' representin' Texas, so try to feel me
Marsh shit don't me, haters wanna kill me
Houston, Texas, so try to feel me

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

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