Luyện nghe bài hát Gangsta Grillz

It's all about the candypaint, all the 4's mayne
It's all about the slab baby, all the
Blowin' up in H-Town, blowin' up in H-Town, up
Tell me what y'all know this H-town chick

I like them gangsta
through like did you see those big wheels
Pop trunk and let me feel, I got
Now what you about a baller, shotcaller

Now won't you tell me what it do, you from
I'm Houston, keeping it screwed up
And what you used to, on 44's
On the north they stay braided up, faded up

I see you with ya candypaint, do you got them man
It's all about the heavyweight, let me ya holla man
Houston you know what it do, let me ya holla man
LeToya too much for you, let me hear ya holla

It's all about the candypaint, all the 4's mayne
all about the slab baby, all about the
Blowin' up in H-Town, up in H-Town, blowin' up
Let me hear you it, it's Houston, H-Town

It's all about the candypaint, all about the 4's
all about the slab baby, all about the
Makes the beat chop, chop, makes the beat chop,
Makes the beat chop, the beat chop, H-Town

I got a thang for them with grillz
Top to bottom he spendin' big skrill
So what you into, tell me homie what's the
'Cause I wanna be your baby, driving you

'Cause we act a where I'm from
Houston, Texas it screwed up
And you can bet a thug is what I'm to
that's what I'm all about, want you to holla out

I see you with ya candypaint, do you got dollas man
It's all about the heavyweight, let me hear ya man
Houston you what it do, let me hear ya holla man
just too much for you, let me hear ya holla

It's all about the candypaint, all about the 4's
It's all about the slab baby, all the
Blowin' up in H-Town, up in H-Town, blowin' up
Let me hear you it, it's Houston, H-Town

It's all about the candypaint, all about the 4's
It's all the slab baby, all about the
Makes the beat chop, chop, makes the chop, chop
the beat chop, makes the beat chop, H-Town

4 tires, 4's spinning like a fan
Seats reclined, smokin' with wheel in my hand
Diamonds shinin', gangsta grill lookin' a 100 grand
Now a Texas thang, mayne you wouldn't understand

And we got country grammar just like the St. Lunatics
In Texas we screwed up how we be doing it
'Cause 'round here, it ain't all about account and
Boys sitting fat stacks taller than the Alamo

I see you with ya candypaint, do you got them man
It's all the heavyweight, let me hear ya holla man
you know what it do, let me hear ya holla man
LeToya too much for you, let me hear ya holla

It's all the candypaint, all about the 4's mayne
It's all about the slab baby, all the
Makes the beat chop, chop, the beat chop, chop
Makes the chop, makes the beat chop, H-Town

H-Town,