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

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

You could want it
When you backing down, what we have accomplished
Don't mess 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 Luciano {Lucky 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 ranger, sittin' on swanger}
One in the chamber, ready for the
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, Worth
to the valley, man, it's all about the work
What you know about the state of Texas
Rocks in a necklace, leave a {bitch}
of the players and the styrofoam cups
Woodgrain wheel and I'm on bucks
Paint look slippery, drank not
new Bentley, same ol' triple beam
Uh
And I'm Draped Up and out
spiderwebs, got your boy tipped out

[Repeat

[Verse 2: Park Mexican]
I got like Pamela, from H to Canada
The game 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' seem to have a replica
Angel, I saw a go from Jesse to Jessica
fiend blessed, I'm a money making maniac
Born in the gutter like a little cute rat
My lady's tat got SPM in faded
say you look like Carlos Coy, but, ain't he fat
Just a janie sack, I'm been gettin' Slim Fast
Prison life turn my cell block a gym class
Pull-ups off my top bunk, bench my mattress
Curlin' pillow full of books and a atlas
Can you understand this or has a G lost
Walkin' in my con chucks, out long months

[Repeat

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

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

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