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
When you backing down, look what we accomplished
Don't with Texas, oh no
We just so damn, what, so
Got the big
the last swangers
Paint drippin', boy, you know I'm talkin' 'bout

[Verse 1: Lucky Luciano Luciano slowed down}]
Ay, Lucky Lu', gon' come through, and do here for Screw zoo
I'm a Texas boy, eating barbecue, and on red Mountain Dew
{Lone Star ranger, sittin' on
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 drop my O
H-Town, San Anton', ATX, Worth
Dallas to the valley, man, it's all the work
What you know the great state of Texas
Rocks in a necklace, a {bitch} breathless
Home of the players and the styrofoam
Woodgrain and I'm ridin' on bucks
Paint look slippery, drank not
Brand new Bentley, same ol' triple
Uh
And I'm Draped Up and out
spiderwebs, got your boy tipped out

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

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

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

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