Luyện nghe bài hát Picture Perfect

My life is real baby, you peeping me a picture
You peeping me take a picture, you should take a
You me take 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, be like look at that
Picture perfect nigga, you should 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 out there deceive you
The cups that be used to sip, but Caucasian kinda 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 Caddy tipping, them thangs on that Caddy
That paint and candy dripping, that drank and that 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 grinding and hit the
Who fire and hit the doja, you high when you sniff the

Told ya you gotta have, a foreign or buy slab
Afford it buy it that's, important without it now
You ain't gotta take 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
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 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 glowing
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 been as crunk
So I'm popping up at Daytona, on and I'm popping trunk

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

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

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

You see real, they be like look at that
Picture perfect nigga, you should a photograph
Photograph, photograph,
perfect nigga, you should take 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 with the rest, time to roll with the best
'Cause you ride with the original, you ain't gotta guess

I'm the connection you need, when they say it's a drought
Cause it's not really a drought, them other just out
And I'm the you gotta 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 grass
Better wear lenses, if you look at my clean ass
me today, with a Cannon or a Kodak
'Cause by tomorrow, yesterday gon be a

Candy still dripping, four's is tipping
Wood grain grass, steering wheel I'm still
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 nigga, you should 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 take a photograph
Photograph, photograph,
Picture 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 playas, that get that do'
Tell me how it feel baby, to see I'm I'm riding and chrome

me today, with a cannon or a Kodak
'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
Just like we say down in Texas, it's
You staring at me so
You to go on, do yourself a favor playa
And take a picture