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 accomplished
mess with Texas, oh no
We just so damn, what, so
Got the big
Cause the last
Paint drippin', boy, you what I'm talkin' 'bout

[Verse 1: Lucky {Lucky Luciano slowed down}]
Ay, Lucky Lu', gon' come through, and do here for Screw zoo
I'm a Texas boy, barbecue, and sippin' on red Mountain Dew
Star 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, Fort
Dallas to the valley, man, it's all the work
you know about the great state of Texas
Rocks in a necklace, leave a {bitch}
Home of the and the styrofoam cups
Woodgrain wheel and I'm ridin' on
look slippery, drank not Hennessey
Brand new Bentley, same ol' beam
Uh
And I'm Up and dripped out
Eighty-four spiderwebs, got boy tipped out

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[Verse 2: South Park
I got chicks Pamela, from H to Canada
The only game I ever played good was
like Alas-a-ka, flip 'em like spatula
People be trying to 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
in the gutter like a little cute baby rat
My lady's tat got SPM in black
say you look like Carlos Coy, but, ain't he fat
Just like a janie sack, I'm been Slim Fast
Prison turn my cell block into a gym class
Pull-ups off my top bunk, bench press my
Curlin' pillow cases of books and a atlas
Can you understand this or has a G touch
Walkin' in my con chucks, livin' out long

Chorus]

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

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

[Repeat