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

1: Lucky Luciano {Lucky Luciano slowed down}]
Ay, Lucky Lu', gon' come through, and do this here for zoo
I'm a Texas boy, barbecue, and sippin' on red Mountain Dew
{Lone ranger, sittin' 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, 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 breathless
Home of the and the styrofoam cups
wheel and I'm ridin' on bucks
Paint slippery, drank not Hennessey
new Bentley, same ol' triple beam
Uh
And I'm Draped Up and out
Eighty-four spiderwebs, got your boy out

Chorus]

[Verse 2: Park Mexican]
I got like Pamela, from H to Canada
The only game I played good was Gallahger
Cold like Alas-a-ka, 'em like spatula
be trying to bite my flows like Dracula's
Spectacular, my rappin' seem to have a replica
Angel, I saw a dude go from Jesse to
fiend blessed, I'm a money making maniac
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 gettin' Slim Fast
Prison life my cell block into a gym class
Pull-ups off my top bunk, bench press my
Curlin' pillow cases full of and a atlas
Can you understand or has a G lost touch
Walkin' in my con chucks, livin' out long

[Repeat

3: Baby Bash]
It's that Dope House Records, 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 the game, and still get fully paid

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

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