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 just so damn, what, so

You really want it
you backing down, look what 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 know what I'm talkin'

[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
{Lone Star ranger, on swanger}
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 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
Paint look slippery, not Hennessey
Brand new Bentley, ol' triple beam
Uh
And I'm Draped Up and out
Eighty-four spiderwebs, got boy tipped out

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

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

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

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