Luyện nghe bài hát Gangsta Grillz

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

I like them gangsta
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 me what it do, where you from
I'm from Houston, keeping it up
And what you used to, tippin' on
On the north they stay braided up, faded up

I see you with ya candypaint, do you got 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 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

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 chop, H-Town

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

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

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

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, up in H-Town, blowin' up
Let me hear you screw it, Houston, H-Town

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

4 tires, 4's spinning 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 like the St.
In we screwed up that's how we be doing it
'Cause 'round here, it ain't all about and brokers
sitting fat with stacks taller than the Alamo

I see you with ya candypaint, do you got dollas 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

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

H-Town,