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 peeping me a picture, you should take a photograph

me today, with a Cannon or a Kodak
'Cause by tomorrow, yesterday gon be a
You see it's real, they be like at that
Picture perfect nigga, you should take a

Introducing the truest voice of the South, who else but me fool
let all that 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 Caucasian like my tee do

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

That a Cola, though dry and you feeling sober
Boys to switch 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 sniff the

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

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 nigga, you should take a photograph

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

I'm tipping, they'll probably watch me, the cops'll be paparazzi
And try to patrol my posse, we shining and glowing
The will try to top me, we keep it too real 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 the fifth, raise the trunk an entire lift
Use to go to Kappa, but Kappa ain't been as crunk
So I'm up at Daytona, on chrome and I'm popping trunk

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

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

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

You see the bling up on my bracelet, and the on my chest
Syrup in my Styrofoam, it's with doja no cess
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 gotta have, when say the river's dry
it's not really 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
me today, with a Cannon or a Kodak
'Cause by tomorrow, gon be a throwback

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

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 should a photograph

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

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

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

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