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") -- [Lucky

Shyykidd]
Don't with Texas, oh no
We so damn, what, so cold

You could want it
When you backing down, what we have accomplished
mess with Texas, oh no
We so damn, what, so cold
Got the big
Cause the last
Paint drippin', boy, you know I'm talkin' 'bout

[Verse 1: Lucky {Lucky Luciano slowed down}]
Ay, Lucky Lu', gon' through, and do this here for Screw zoo
I'm a Texas boy, barbecue, and sippin' on red Mountain Dew
Star ranger, sittin' on swanger}
One in the chamber, for the danger
cliffhangers, I'm a show '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
What you know about the great of Texas
Rocks in a necklace, leave a {bitch}
Home of the players and the styrofoam
Woodgrain wheel and I'm ridin' on
Paint look slippery, not Hennessey
Brand new Bentley, ol' triple beam
Uh
And I'm Draped Up and out
spiderwebs, got your boy tipped out

[Repeat

2: South Park Mexican]
I got chicks like Pamela, H to Canada
The game I ever played good was Gallahger
Cold like Alas-a-ka, 'em like spatula
be trying to bite my flows like Dracula's
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 a little cute baby rat
My tat got SPM in faded black
People say you look Carlos Coy, but, ain't he fat
Just like a janie sack, I'm been gettin' Slim
life turn my cell block into a gym class
Pull-ups off my top bunk, bench press my
Curlin' pillow full of books and a atlas
Can you this or has a G lost touch
Walkin' in my con chucks, livin' out months

Chorus]

[Verse 3: Baby
It's that Dope Records, jammin' out of Texas
Mayne, I'm so powerful with quick
With the SP Mex's, South Park on
Happy P., got the on steroids like (??)
If I'm Italian, I'm a Capo, yeah, fully
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, what you
Ridin' big body, playboy, what you
Smashing down ten with a farm in my
Hit San Anton', and you know all good, mayne

[Repeat