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

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

[Verse 1: Lucky Luciano {Lucky slowed down}]
Ay, Lucky Lu', gon' come through, and do this for Screw zoo
I'm a Texas boy, eating barbecue, and sippin' on red Dew
{Lone Star ranger, 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, Worth
to the valley, man, it's all about the work
What you know the great state of Texas
Rocks in a necklace, a {bitch} breathless
Home of the and the styrofoam cups
wheel and I'm ridin' on bucks
Paint look slippery, not Hennessey
new Bentley, same ol' triple beam
Uh
And I'm Up and dripped out
Eighty-four spiderwebs, got boy tipped out

Chorus]

[Verse 2: South Park
I got chicks like Pamela, H to Canada
The only game I ever played was Gallahger
Cold like Alas-a-ka, 'em like spatula
People be trying to 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 making maniac
Born in the like a little cute 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 my cell block into a gym class
off my top bunk, bench press my mattress
Curlin' pillow cases full of and a atlas
Can you understand or has a G lost touch
Walkin' in my con chucks, out long months

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[Verse 3: Baby
that Dope House Records, jammin' out of Texas
Mayne, I'm so powerful quick 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, fully
Retire from the game, and still get fully

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

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