Luyện nghe bài hát Houston

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

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

[Verse 2 Wall]
Im from that HOU TEX, non-believers get put to the
Then times, we get put to the test, but dedication turn the last to the best
Stop complainin just a bit less and start to quest on the road to success
We got now and we got next, say it with some bass in your chest
Haters hate but now they on like Joseph and Quin the corners on lock
I come through the line like Cushing and then I cant be blocked like JJ Watt
Now we on top, no more middle, Super Mario I'm a hard 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 whole
In battle red or liberty white out, I come out in the deep steel blue
I boys knew, dont be surprised, tell them boys about Texans pride
We ride for each other when we on the otherside and if you aint down dont step

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