Luyện nghe bài hát Picture Perfect

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

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

Introducing the truest voice of the South, who else but me fool
Don't let all foolishness they feed 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 kinda like my tee do

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

That a Cola, though dry and you feeling sober
trying to switch it over, apply it up in a soda
Home of the Houston hustlers, who grinding and hit the
Who fire and hit the doja, you high when you sniff the

ya you gotta have, a foreign or buy your slab
Afford it then buy it that's, important it now
You ain't gotta 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 candy
Picture perfect nigga, you should take a
You see my chick, you see my is bad
Picture perfect nigga, you should a photograph

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

When I'm tipping, they'll probably me, the cops'll be paparazzi
And try to my posse, we shining and glowing glossy
The jealous will try to top me, we keep it too to copy, what?
I'm listening to ain't a floppy, that gon be screwed and chop-pied

All the ballers will ride to this, 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 up at Daytona, on chrome and I'm popping trunk

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

You peeping him take a picture, that chrome and that official
You smoking take a swisha, there's plenty just 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 pictures

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

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

You see the up on my bracelet, and the shine 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 you ride with the original, you ain't gotta guess

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

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

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

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

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

My life is real baby, ain't a song
Gripping that wheel baby, and riding chrome, I'm riding chrome
This is for the playas, that 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, yesterday gon be a
by tomorrow, yesterday gon be a throwback

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