Luyện nghe bài hát Short Texas

Ay Yo, to the world of S H O R T
Texas where them trill ass be living naughty
up ho's like turtles in half a shell
Open up my trunk and let's see what I to sell

I got the dope, if you ho's got the
And if you a faker then you'll meet your maker
'Cause I ain't taking, no on my cuts
The UGK posse got the big big

Yo, so a bold bitch?
Try to a sale
You betta
they find you in a ditch

This dope ain't yo dope and cuts and yo cuts
Yo, but this is my 12 in yo muthafucking guts
Don't make me pump this and unload
Get yo feet muthafucka, hit the road

And don't even try to back nigga, yo
'Cause me Dre and C got fingers on a fat

We making too much money moving
And before you hit my cuts, you better get your shit
'Cause it ain't safe to try and show yo ass up
Street sweeper booming cold yo ass up

And ain't scared to blast
We pull them fast
And we bailing on yo bitch ass

But if yo is legit, then you can join my crew
U.S.T. graduating class of '92 in Short

Niggaz on the dropping shit about TX
As long as there's fiends that's them tax dope checks
muthafuckas at the age of 16
Cooking up some llello for the local king

The market's not so they call it closed circuit
Short Short watch them hard thugs work it
on the scene make the all time drug bust
Out next week slanging some white dust

Real, oh, so trill, the life's no
At the end of my time is in a slammer
Fucking up shit with the 9 inch
So all you got-it-good young-ass bitches stay home

And if you get picked up by the
Don't cry cause it's for a lost
Clientele of llello, in jail make bail
From longs to short, it's constant dope

Stupid muthafuckas dummies and noids in jail
On U.S.T., Crack
Home of the Fighting Fiends, the reimburse me
finding my stash, yo what could the worst be

Through so going undercover then turning
Bitch, I'm dead and in a ditch
Just the other day, a fiend in your
Calling my Blue Light, I'm Short Texas

I don't give a who you be
You ain't 'bout to no fucking dope in P.A.T.
You could be Tony Montana in bitch
Have a boat of dope but you still ain't selling shit

Cause we don't know your face so I don't really
We let you come up and sell dope in Texas nigga
See you don't understand, our muthafucking cuts
So step in like I said before, we'll take them muthafucking

Ask the last nigga his fucking ass down
Trying to sell that fucking dope he in H-Town
Couldn't sell in Houston, so I guess he
I'm a go to Port and run them fucking niggaz

Brought his fucking gun, guess he bust
So they took his shit and put his in the dust
Stupid ass nigga had the nerve to come
Rollin on the cuts in his white

Got to the block and the just exploded
his car up with the 9, end of clip the clip that he unloaded
Sent the nigga home to his like a ho
jacked all his money and they stole all his dope

Can't be trill in the villa of the
'Cause where I'm from nigga house some killas
So have your shit attached, you come check us
Pimp C, bitch, P.A. home, Texas