Luyện nghe bài hát Dont Mess With Texas

[Happy

"Lone ranger"
"Lone ranger"
"Lone ranger" ("Sit-sittin' on swanger")
"Lone ranger"
"Lone ranger"
"Lone ranger" ("Sit-sittin' on swanger") -- [Lucky Luciano]

Shyykidd]
Don't mess Texas, oh no
We just so damn, what, so

You could really it
When you backing down, look what we have
Don't with Texas, oh no
We so damn, what, so cold
Got the big
Cause the swangers
Paint drippin', boy, you what I'm talkin' 'bout

[Verse 1: Lucky Luciano Luciano slowed down}]
Ay, Lucky Lu', gon' come through, and do here for Screw zoo
I'm a Texas boy, eating barbecue, and on red Mountain Dew
{Lone Star ranger, on swanger}
One in the chamber, ready for the
cliffhangers, I'm a show 'em how to tip toe
Here to wreck a set, bang, when I my fifth O
H-Town, San Anton', ATX, Fort
Dallas to the valley, man, it's all the work
What you know about the great of Texas
Rocks in a necklace, a {bitch} breathless
Home of the players and the cups
Woodgrain wheel and I'm ridin' on
Paint slippery, drank not Hennessey
new Bentley, same ol' triple beam
Uh
And I'm Draped Up and out
spiderwebs, got your boy tipped out

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[Verse 2: South Mexican]
I got chicks like Pamela, H to Canada
The only game I ever played was Gallahger
like Alas-a-ka, flip 'em like spatula
People be trying to bite my flows like
Spectacular, my rappin' doesn't to have a replica
Angel, I saw a go from Jesse to Jessica
Dope fiend blessed, I'm a money making
Born in the gutter like a cute baby rat
My tat got SPM in faded black
People say you look like Coy, but, ain't he fat
Just like a janie sack, I'm been gettin' Fast
Prison life my cell block into a gym class
Pull-ups off my top bunk, bench my mattress
Curlin' pillow cases full of and a atlas
Can you understand or has a G lost touch
in my con chucks, livin' out long months

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[Verse 3: Bash]
It's that Dope House Records, jammin' out of
Mayne, I'm so powerful with reflexes
With the SP Mex's, South on hollow
P., got the beats on steroids like (??)
If I'm Italian, I'm a Capo, yeah, made
Retire the game, and still get fully paid

It's the House prophet
Thirty-five and forty-five in the state, keep it
Boy, what you
Boy, what you
Ridin' big body, playboy, you sangin'
Smashing down ten a farm in my woodgrain
Hit San Anton', and you know all good, mayne

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