Luyện nghe bài hát Gangsta Grillz

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I see you with ya candypaint, do you got dollas man
It's all the heavyweight, let me hear ya holla man
Houston you know what it do, let me hear ya man
LeToya just too 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, blowin' up in H-Town, up
Let me you screw it, it's Houston, H-Town

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

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

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

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

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

H-Town,