Luyện nghe bài hát Dont Mess With Texas

[Happy

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

[Chorus:
mess with Texas, oh no
We so damn, what, so cold

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

[Verse 1: Lucky Luciano {Lucky slowed down}]
Ay, Lucky Lu', gon' through, and do this here for Screw zoo
I'm a Texas boy, eating barbecue, and sippin' on red Dew
Star ranger, sittin' on swanger}
One in the chamber, ready for the
Five cliffhangers, I'm a 'em how to tip toe
Here to wreck a set, bang, when I drop my O
H-Town, San Anton', ATX, Fort
Dallas to the valley, man, it's all about the
you know about the great state of Texas
Rocks in a necklace, leave a breathless
Home of the players and the styrofoam
Woodgrain wheel and I'm on bucks
Paint look slippery, not Hennessey
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: South Mexican]
I got chicks Pamela, from H to Canada
The only game I ever played was Gallahger
Cold like Alas-a-ka, flip 'em like
People be to bite my flows like Dracula's
Spectacular, my rappin' seem to have a replica
Angel, I saw a dude go from Jesse to
Dope fiend blessed, I'm a making maniac
Born in the gutter like a little baby rat
My lady's tat got SPM in black
People say you look like Coy, but, ain't he fat
Just like a janie sack, I'm been gettin' Fast
Prison life turn my cell block into a gym
Pull-ups off my top bunk, press my mattress
Curlin' pillow cases full of books and a
Can you this or has a G lost touch
in my con chucks, livin' out long months

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

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

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