Luyện nghe bài hát Picture Perfect

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

Catch me today, a Cannon or a Kodak
by tomorrow, yesterday gon be a throwback
You see it's real, be like look at that
Picture perfect nigga, you take a photograph

the truest voice of the South, it's 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 them out there deceive you
The cups that be used to sip, but Caucasian kinda my tee do

You see that hand be glistening, you see the Sedans we
The of grands we getting, these units of scans we shipping
You see that Caddy tipping, them thangs on Caddy twisting
That paint and that candy dripping, that 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
of the Houston hustlers, who grinding and hit the quota
Who fire and hit the doja, you high you sniff the odor

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

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 take a

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

When I'm tipping, they'll probably watch me, the be paparazzi
And try to patrol my posse, we and glowing glossy
The jealous try to top me, we keep it too real to copy, what?
I'm listening to ain't a floppy, that disc gon be screwed and

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

Jamming that "Ridin' Dirty", while riding 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 wash the ride, till them tires whiter walls

You peeping him take a picture, chrome and that paint official
You smoking then take a swisha, there's just take 'em wit ya
You you ain't a sipper, then I'ma be hanging wit ya
Take a hold of the grain and a, handful
And for the pictures nigga

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 look at
Picture perfect nigga, you take a photograph
Photograph, photograph,
Picture perfect nigga, you should a photograph

You see the up on my bracelet, and the shine on my chest
Syrup in my Styrofoam, it's sweet doja no cess
You done put it down with the rest, to roll 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 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 really dry, they just ran out of

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

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

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 look at that
Picture perfect nigga, you should take a
Photograph, photograph,
perfect nigga, you should take a photograph

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

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

Know I'm Gripping wood
Riding through the hood, and good
like we say down in Texas, it's already
You at me so hard
You need to go on, do yourself a favor
And take a picture