Luyện nghe bài hát Gangsta Grillz

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
Tell me what y'all about this H-town chick

I like them gangsta
Riding through like did you see big wheels
Pop and let me feel, I got chills
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, south up

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

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

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

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

'Cause we act a fool where I'm
Houston, keeping it screwed up
And you can bet a is what I'm used to
'Cause what I'm all about, want you to holla out

I see you ya candypaint, do you got them dollas 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 about the 4's
It's all about the slab baby, all the
Blowin' up in H-Town, blowin' up in H-Town, up
Let me you screw it, it's Houston, H-Town

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

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

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

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

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

H-Town,