Luyện nghe bài hát Picture Perfect

My is real baby, you peeping me take a picture
You peeping me take a picture, you should a photograph
You peeping me take a picture, you take a photograph

me today, with a Cannon or a Kodak
'Cause by tomorrow, gon be a throwback
You see real, they be like look at that
perfect nigga, you should take a photograph

Introducing the truest of the South, it's who else but me fool
Don't let all that foolishness they you, on T.V. mislead you
Don't let all the magazines, and papers out there deceive you
The cups that be used to sip, but Caucasian like my tee do

You see that hand be glistening, you see the we flipping
The hundreds of we getting, these units of scans we shipping
You see that Caddy tipping, them on that Caddy twisting
That paint and that candy dripping, that drank and can is missing

That ain't a Cola, though dry and you feeling
Boys trying to it over, apply it up in a soda
Home of the Houston hustlers, who and hit the quota
Who fire and hit the doja, you high when you the odor

Told ya you gotta have, a foreign or buy slab
Afford it buy it that's, important without it now
You ain't take college class, to see that we bout our cash
You not if you gotta ask, take a pic by the slab hol' up

You see my slab, you see my slab
perfect nigga, you should take a photograph
You see my chick, you see my is bad
Picture perfect nigga, you should take a

You see it's real, they be like at that
Picture perfect nigga, you take a photograph
Photograph, photograph,
Picture perfect nigga, you take a photograph

When I'm tipping, they'll watch me, the cops'll be paparazzi
And try to patrol my posse, we shining and glossy
The jealous will try to top me, we keep it too real to copy,
I'm listening to a floppy, that disc gon be screwed and chop-pied

All the will ride to this, deposit deposit slips
Buy the car and apply the fifth, raise the an entire lift
Use to go to that Kappa, but Kappa ain't as crunk
So I'm popping up at Daytona, on chrome and I'm trunk

Jamming that "Ridin' Dirty", while riding beside the
And staring over at me, trying to scare me like I'ma pause
Tell 'em naw they know I'ma crawl, all day in the robber
I'm trying to go wash the ride, till them tires have walls

You peeping him a picture, that chrome and that paint official
You smoking then take a swisha, there's plenty take 'em wit ya
You chilling you ain't a sipper, then be hanging wit ya
Take a hold of the grain and grip a,
And smile for the nigga

You see my slab, you see my candy
Picture nigga, you should take a photograph
You see my chick, you see my is bad
Picture perfect nigga, you take a photograph

You see it's real, be like look at that
Picture perfect nigga, you take a photograph
Photograph, photograph,
Picture perfect nigga, you should a photograph

You see the bling up on my bracelet, and the on my chest
Syrup in my Styrofoam, it's sweet with doja no
You done put it down with the rest, time to with the best
'Cause when you ride with the original, you ain't guess

I'm the connection that you need, they say it's a drought
Cause it's not really a drought, other niggaz just out
And I'm the plug you have, when they say the river's dry
'Cause it's not dry, they just ran out of supply

I'm too fly for the clouds, too down for the green
Better tinted lenses, if you look at my clean ass
Catch me today, with a or a Kodak
'Cause by tomorrow, gon be a throwback

Candy still dripping, four's is tipping
Wood grain grass, wheel I'm still gripping
Repping for P.A.T., the West and the
And I'm repping for C, till he get back on the streets it never cease

You see my slab, you see my slab
Picture nigga, you should take a photograph
You see my chick, you see my is bad
Picture nigga, you should take a photograph

You see it's real, be like look at that
Picture nigga, you should take a photograph
Photograph, photograph,
perfect nigga, you should take a photograph

My life is real baby, ain't a song
that wood wheel baby, and riding chrome, I'm riding chrome
This is for the real playas, get that do'
Tell me how it feel baby, to see I'm I'm candy and chrome

Catch me today, a cannon or a Kodak
'Cause by tomorrow, gon be a throwback
'Cause by tomorrow, gon be a throwback

Know I'm saying? Gripping
Riding the hood, and feeling good
Just like we say in Texas, it's already
You at me so hard
You need to go on, do a favor playa
And take a motherfucking