Luyện nghe bài hát Gangsta Grillz

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

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

Now you tell me what it do, where you from
I'm Houston, keeping it screwed up
And you used to, tippin' on 44's
On the north they stay braided up, faded up

I see you with ya candypaint, do you got dollas man
It's all the heavyweight, let me hear ya holla man
you know what it do, let me hear 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
Blowin' up in H-Town, blowin' up in H-Town, up
Let me hear you screw it, 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 beat chop,
Makes the chop, makes the beat chop, H-Town

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

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

I see you ya candypaint, do you got them dollas man
all about the heavyweight, let me hear ya holla man
Houston you 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
up in H-Town, blowin' up in H-Town, blowin' up
Let me you screw 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 chop, chop, makes the beat chop, chop
Makes the chop, makes the beat chop, H-Town

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

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

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

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

H-Town,