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 with Texas, oh no
We just so damn, what, so

You really want it
When you backing down, look what we accomplished
mess with Texas, oh no
We just so damn, what, so
Got the big
the last swangers
Paint drippin', boy, you what I'm talkin' 'bout

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

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[Verse 2: Park Mexican]
I got chicks like Pamela, from H to
The only I ever played good was Gallahger
Cold like Alas-a-ka, 'em like spatula
People be trying to my flows like Dracula's
Spectacular, my rappin' doesn't seem to 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 little baby rat
My lady's tat got SPM in black
say you look like Carlos Coy, but, ain't he fat
Just like a janie sack, I'm been gettin' Slim
Prison life turn my cell into a gym class
Pull-ups off my top bunk, bench my mattress
pillow cases full of books and a atlas
Can you understand this or has a G lost
Walkin' in my con chucks, livin' out long

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

It's the Dope prophet
and forty-five in the state, keep it poppin'
Boy, you slangin'
Boy, you slangin'
Ridin' big body, playboy, what you
Smashing down ten with a in my woodgrain
Hit San Anton', and you know it's all good,

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