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

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

[Verse 1: Lucky {Lucky Luciano slowed down}]
Ay, Lucky Lu', come through, and do this here for Screw zoo
I'm a Texas boy, eating barbecue, and sippin' on red Dew
{Lone Star ranger, sittin' on
One in the chamber, ready for the
Five cliffhangers, I'm a 'em how to tip toe
to wreck a set, bang, when I drop my fifth O
H-Town, San Anton', ATX, Worth
Dallas to the valley, man, it's all the work
What you about the great state of Texas
Rocks in a necklace, leave a {bitch}
Home of the players and the cups
Woodgrain and I'm ridin' on bucks
Paint slippery, drank 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: South Park
I got chicks Pamela, from H to Canada
The only game I ever good was Gallahger
Cold like Alas-a-ka, flip 'em like
People be trying to bite my flows Dracula's
Spectacular, my doesn't seem to have a replica
Angel, I saw a dude go from to Jessica
Dope fiend blessed, I'm a money making
Born in the gutter like a little baby rat
My lady's tat got SPM in faded
People say you look like Coy, but, ain't he fat
like a janie sack, I'm been gettin' Slim Fast
Prison life turn my cell block into a gym
Pull-ups off my top bunk, press my mattress
Curlin' pillow cases full of books and a
Can you understand this or has a G touch
in my con chucks, livin' out long months

[Repeat

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

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

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