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
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

1: Lucky Luciano {Lucky Luciano slowed down}]
Ay, Lucky Lu', come through, and do this here for Screw zoo
I'm a boy, eating barbecue, and sippin' on red Mountain Dew
{Lone ranger, sittin' on swanger}
One in the chamber, ready for the
cliffhangers, I'm a show 'em how to tip toe
Here to 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}
of the players and the styrofoam cups
Woodgrain wheel and I'm ridin' on
Paint look slippery, drank not
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 like Pamela, from H to Canada
The only game I ever played good was
Cold like Alas-a-ka, 'em like spatula
People be trying to bite my like Dracula's
Spectacular, my rappin' doesn't to have a replica
Angel, I saw a dude go from Jesse to
Dope fiend blessed, I'm a money maniac
Born in the gutter like a little cute rat
My lady's tat got SPM in black
People say you like Carlos Coy, but, ain't he fat
like a janie sack, I'm been gettin' Slim Fast
Prison life turn my cell block 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 lost
Walkin' in my con chucks, out long months

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

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

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