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 want it
When you backing down, look we have accomplished
mess with Texas, oh no
We just so damn, what, so
Got the big
the last swangers
Paint drippin', boy, you know what I'm talkin'

1: Lucky Luciano {Lucky Luciano slowed down}]
Ay, Lucky Lu', come through, and do this here for Screw 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
cliffhangers, I'm a show 'em how to tip toe
Here to wreck a set, bang, when I my fifth O
H-Town, San Anton', ATX, Fort
Dallas to the valley, man, all about the work
What you know about the great state of
in a necklace, leave a {bitch} breathless
Home of the and the styrofoam cups
Woodgrain wheel and I'm ridin' on
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

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[Verse 2: South Mexican]
I got like Pamela, from H to Canada
The only game I ever good was Gallahger
Cold like Alas-a-ka, 'em like spatula
People be to bite my flows like Dracula's
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 maniac
Born in the gutter like a cute baby rat
My tat got SPM in faded black
People say you look like Coy, but, ain't he fat
like a janie sack, I'm been gettin' Slim Fast
Prison turn my cell block into a gym class
Pull-ups off my top bunk, bench my mattress
Curlin' pillow cases of books 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 with reflexes
With the SP Mex's, South on hollow
Happy P., got the beats on steroids (??)
If I'm Italian, I'm a Capo, yeah, fully
Retire from the game, and get fully paid

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

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