Luyện nghe bài hát Houston

[Verse 1 Thug]
Texas tatted on my arm, got Houston on my
I love the city I'm from, hands up if you feel that
I ball hard like a Texan, every catch me wreckin
?, code name Foster because you catch him
And catch them bops like Dre do
Ball hard like I play too, run that like Jay do
Better prepared when we play you
We to win, cant take a loss
Aint shit that H South,
Team strong well break em off, lay em down rake 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 that H like me, you already know what Im bout

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

[Verse 2 Paul
Im from that HOU TEX, get put to the death
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 with some bass in your
Haters but now they on jock like Joseph and Quin the corners on lock
I come through the 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
be stopped, dont be bitter, never give up cause Im a go getter
In the and I wade through you, she like Toro and the whole crew
In battle red or liberty white out, I might come out in the deep blue
I thought boys knew, dont be surprised, tell them boys about Texans
We ride for each other when we on the otherside and if you aint down step aside

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