Luyện nghe bài hát Dont Mess With Texas

[Happy

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

[Chorus:
Don't with Texas, oh no
We just so damn, what, so

You could want it
When you down, look what we have accomplished
Don't with Texas, oh no
We so damn, what, so cold
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', come through, and do this here for Screw zoo
I'm a Texas boy, eating barbecue, and sippin' on red Dew
{Lone Star ranger, sittin' on
One in the chamber, for the danger
cliffhangers, I'm a show 'em how to tip toe
Here to a set, bang, when I drop my fifth O
H-Town, San Anton', ATX, Fort
Dallas to the valley, man, it's all the work
What you know the great state of Texas
Rocks in a necklace, a {bitch} breathless
Home of the players and the styrofoam
wheel and I'm ridin' on bucks
Paint slippery, drank not Hennessey
Brand new Bentley, same ol' triple
Uh
And I'm Up and dripped out
spiderwebs, got your boy tipped out

[Repeat

2: South Park Mexican]
I got chicks like Pamela, H to Canada
The only game I ever played good was
Cold Alas-a-ka, flip '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 dude go from Jesse to
Dope fiend blessed, I'm a money making
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 a janie sack, I'm been gettin' Slim Fast
Prison turn my cell block into a gym class
off my top bunk, bench press my mattress
Curlin' pillow full of books and a atlas
Can you this or has a G lost touch
Walkin' in my con chucks, out long months

Chorus]

[Verse 3: Bash]
It's that House Records, jammin' out of Texas
Mayne, I'm so with quick reflexes
With the SP Mex's, 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 paid

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

Chorus]