Luyện nghe bài hát Gangsta Grillz

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

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

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

I see you with ya candypaint, do you got 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

It's all about the candypaint, all about the 4's
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

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

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

It's all about the candypaint, all 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 beat chop,

4 tires, 4's spinning a ceiling fan
reclined, smokin' pine with wheel in my hand
Diamonds shinin', grill lookin' like 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
sitting fat with stacks 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 too much for you, let me hear ya holla

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

H-Town,