Luyện nghe bài hát Houston

[Verse 1 Thug]
Texas tatted on my arm, got on my back
Cause I the city I'm from, hands up if you feel that
I ball hard like a Texan, Sunday catch me wreckin
?, code name Foster because you catch him
And catch them bops like Dre do
hard like I play too, run that back like Jay do
Better come prepared we play you
We came to win, take a loss
Aint shit bout H South,
Team well break em off, lay em down then rake em out
Car roof Reliant, when the suns out I drop the top
H-Town we shinin, red white and blue in lot
See you in the playoffs, bet you this year we on top
And if you from that H like me, you already what Im talkin bout

Im Houston, Texas home of the Texans [x3]
Texas Tatted on my arm, Houston on my
Im from Houston, Texas home of the Texans
Texas on my arm, Houston on my back

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Im from that HOU TEX, non-believers get put to the
Then hard times, we get put to the test, but dedication the last to the best
Stop complainin just a little bit less and to quest on the road to success
We got now and we got next, say it loud some bass in your chest
Haters hate but now they on jock like and Quin the corners on lock
I come the line like Brian Cushing and then I cant be blocked like JJ Watt
Now we on top, no more middle, like Super Mario I'm a hitter
Cant be stopped, dont be bitter, never give up cause Im a go
In the groupie and I wade through you, she like Toro and the crew
In battle red or liberty out, I might come out in the deep steel blue
I thought boys knew, be surprised, tell them boys about Texans pride
We ride for each when we on the otherside and if you aint down dont step aside

[Verse 3
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If you from Texas, you didnt get the message
Let me give you boys a lesson then
I swore to God to be fresh to death, I didnt die so to get fresh again
You know the H what Im in and its like 35% Mexican
And thats so (why?)
Every cup is like 35% beverage and 65%
Plenty ? for thick
A million fine and bad yelas and thats like 22%
And in my zone what you in, then I bet my fist is gone check a chin
Cause that trill in Bun, and that trill is Pimp, and that trill is somethin yall been
Hit your woman and let her in to my that I never tint
That got to be official baby, no artificial intelligence
Im runnin in it Andre, if yall aint from Houston I aint convinced
Cause y'all in our city once and been rappin like you are ever since