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]

Shyykidd]
Don't mess Texas, oh no
We so damn, what, so cold

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

[Verse 1: 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, sittin' on
One in the chamber, ready for the
Five cliffhangers, I'm a 'em how to tip toe
Here to wreck a set, bang, I drop my fifth O
H-Town, San Anton', ATX, Fort
Dallas to the valley, man, it's all about the
What you know about the great state of
Rocks in a necklace, a {bitch} breathless
of the players and the styrofoam cups
Woodgrain wheel and I'm on bucks
Paint slippery, drank not Hennessey
Brand new Bentley, ol' triple beam
Uh
And I'm Up and dripped out
spiderwebs, got your boy tipped out

[Repeat

2: South Park Mexican]
I got chicks Pamela, from H to Canada
The only game I ever played good was
Cold like Alas-a-ka, flip 'em spatula
be trying to bite my flows like Dracula's
Spectacular, my rappin' doesn't seem to a replica
Angel, I saw a dude go Jesse to Jessica
Dope fiend blessed, I'm a money maniac
Born in the gutter like a little cute rat
My tat got SPM in faded black
People say you like Carlos Coy, but, ain't he fat
Just like a janie sack, I'm been gettin' Slim
Prison life turn my cell block into a gym
off my top bunk, bench press my mattress
Curlin' pillow full of books and a atlas
Can you understand this or has a G touch
in my con chucks, livin' out long months

[Repeat

[Verse 3: Bash]
It's Dope House Records, jammin' out of Texas
Mayne, I'm so powerful quick reflexes
With the SP Mex's, South on hollow
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 Dope prophet
Thirty-five and forty-five in the state, it poppin'
Boy, what you
Boy, you slangin'
big body, playboy, what you sangin'
Smashing down ten with a farm in my
Hit San Anton', and you it's all good, mayne

Chorus]