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

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

You could really it
When you down, look what we have accomplished
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'

1: Lucky Luciano {Lucky Luciano slowed down}]
Ay, Lucky Lu', gon' through, and do this here for Screw zoo
I'm a Texas boy, eating barbecue, and on red Mountain Dew
Star ranger, sittin' on swanger}
One in the chamber, for the danger
Five cliffhangers, I'm a 'em how to tip toe
Here to wreck a set, bang, when I drop my O
H-Town, San Anton', ATX, Fort
Dallas to the valley, man, all about the work
What you know about the state of Texas
in a necklace, leave a {bitch} breathless
Home of the players and the styrofoam
Woodgrain and I'm ridin' on bucks
Paint look slippery, not Hennessey
Brand new Bentley, same ol' beam
Uh
And I'm Draped Up and out
Eighty-four spiderwebs, got boy tipped out

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[Verse 2: Park Mexican]
I got chicks like Pamela, from H to
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 doesn't seem to have a replica
Angel, I saw a dude go Jesse to Jessica
Dope fiend blessed, I'm a money maniac
Born in the gutter a little cute baby rat
My lady's tat got SPM in faded
People say you look like Carlos Coy, but, he fat
Just like a janie sack, I'm been Slim Fast
Prison life turn my cell block a gym class
Pull-ups off my top bunk, press my mattress
Curlin' pillow cases full of 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: Bash]
It's that Dope Records, jammin' out of Texas
Mayne, I'm so powerful quick reflexes
the SP Mex's, South Park on hollow
Happy P., got the beats on like (??)
If I'm Italian, I'm a Capo, yeah, made
Retire from the game, and get fully paid

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

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