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

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

[Verse 1: Lucky Luciano {Lucky slowed down}]
Ay, Lucky Lu', gon' come through, and do this for Screw zoo
I'm a boy, eating barbecue, and sippin' on red Mountain Dew
{Lone ranger, sittin' on swanger}
One in the chamber, ready for the
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 great of Texas
in a necklace, leave a {bitch} breathless
Home of the players and the cups
Woodgrain wheel and I'm on bucks
Paint look slippery, drank not
Brand new Bentley, ol' triple beam
Uh
And I'm Draped Up and out
Eighty-four spiderwebs, got your boy out

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[Verse 2: South Mexican]
I got chicks like Pamela, H to Canada
The only game I ever played was Gallahger
Cold like Alas-a-ka, 'em like spatula
People be to bite my flows like Dracula's
Spectacular, my rappin' seem to have a replica
Angel, I saw a dude go from to Jessica
Dope fiend blessed, I'm a making maniac
Born in the like a little cute baby rat
My lady's tat got SPM in black
People say you look Carlos Coy, but, ain't he fat
Just a janie sack, I'm been gettin' Slim Fast
Prison life turn my cell block a gym class
Pull-ups off my top bunk, bench press my
Curlin' cases full of books and a atlas
Can you understand this or has a G touch
Walkin' in my con chucks, out long months

[Repeat

[Verse 3: Bash]
It's that House Records, jammin' out of Texas
Mayne, I'm so powerful with reflexes
With the SP Mex's, Park on hollow
Happy P., got the beats on like (??)
If I'm Italian, I'm a Capo, yeah, fully
from the game, and still get fully paid

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

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