Luyện nghe bài hát Picture Perfect

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

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

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 them papers out deceive you
The cups that be used to sip, but kinda like my tee do

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

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 and hit the doja, you high when you sniff the odor

Told ya you gotta have, a foreign or buy slab
it then 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 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 it's real, be like look at that
Picture perfect nigga, you should a photograph
Photograph, photograph,
Picture perfect nigga, you should take a

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

All the ballers 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 been as
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 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 have whiter walls

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

You see it's real, they be look at that
Picture perfect nigga, you should a photograph
Photograph, photograph,
Picture perfect nigga, you take 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 roll the best
when you ride with the original, you ain't gotta guess

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

I'm too fly for the clouds, too down for the green
Better wear tinted lenses, if you look at my ass
me today, with 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 slab
Picture 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
perfect nigga, you should take a photograph
Photograph, photograph,
Picture perfect nigga, you take a photograph

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

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