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]

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

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

[Verse 1: Lucky Luciano {Lucky Luciano down}]
Ay, Lucky Lu', gon' come through, and do this here for zoo
I'm a Texas boy, barbecue, and sippin' on red Mountain Dew
{Lone Star ranger, on swanger}
One in the chamber, for the danger
Five cliffhangers, I'm a 'em how to tip toe
Here to a set, bang, when I drop my fifth O
H-Town, San Anton', ATX, Worth
Dallas to the valley, man, it's all the work
you know about the great state of Texas
Rocks in a necklace, leave a {bitch}
Home of the and the styrofoam cups
wheel and I'm ridin' on bucks
Paint look slippery, not Hennessey
Brand new Bentley, same ol' triple
Uh
And I'm Draped Up and out
spiderwebs, got your boy tipped out

[Repeat

[Verse 2: Park Mexican]
I got chicks Pamela, from H to Canada
The only game I ever played was Gallahger
Cold Alas-a-ka, flip 'em like spatula
People be trying to bite my flows Dracula's
Spectacular, my doesn't seem to have a replica
Angel, I saw a dude go from Jesse to
fiend blessed, I'm a money 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 gettin' Slim Fast
Prison life turn my cell block into a gym
Pull-ups off my top bunk, bench press my
pillow cases full of books and a atlas
Can you understand this or has a G touch
in my con chucks, livin' out long months

[Repeat

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

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

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