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 y'all know about this H-town chick

I like gangsta grillz
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 it do, where you from
I'm from Houston, it screwed up
And what you used to, on 44's
On the they stay braided up, south faded up

I see you with ya candypaint, do you got them man
It's all the heavyweight, let me hear ya holla man
Houston you know 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
all about the slab baby, all about the
Blowin' up in H-Town, up in H-Town, blowin' up
Let me hear you screw it, Houston, H-Town

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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 just too much for you, let me ya holla

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

H-Town,