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 mess Texas, oh no
We so damn, what, so cold

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

[Verse 1: Lucky Luciano Luciano slowed down}]
Ay, Lucky Lu', gon' come through, and do 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, ready for the
Five cliffhangers, I'm a 'em how to tip toe
to wreck 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
What you know the great state of Texas
Rocks in a necklace, a {bitch} breathless
of the players and the styrofoam cups
Woodgrain and I'm ridin' on bucks
look slippery, drank 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 I ever played good was Gallahger
Cold like Alas-a-ka, 'em like spatula
People be trying to bite my flows like
Spectacular, my rappin' doesn't seem to have a
Angel, I saw a go from Jesse to Jessica
Dope fiend blessed, I'm a money making
Born in the gutter like a little baby rat
My lady's tat got SPM in faded
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, press my mattress
Curlin' pillow cases of books and a atlas
Can you understand or has a G lost touch
in my con chucks, livin' out long months

[Repeat

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

It's the House prophet
Thirty-five and in the state, keep it poppin'
Boy, you slangin'
Boy, what you
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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