Luyện nghe bài hát Short Texas

Ay Yo, to the world of S H O R T
Texas where them ass niggaz be living naughty
Rollin up like turtles in half a shell
Open up my trunk and see what I have to sell

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

Yo, so a bold bitch?
Try to a sale
You bail
Before they you in a ditch

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

And even try to come back nigga, yo
me Dre and C got fingers on a fat trigger

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

And ain't nobody scared to
We pull triggers fast
And then we on yo bitch ass

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

Niggaz on the track shit about TX
As long as there's that's them tax free dope checks
Young at the age of 16
Cooking up llello for the local drug king

The market's not open so they call it circuit
Short Short watch them hard thugs work it
5-0's on the scene the all time drug bust
Out next week slanging some more dust

Real, oh, so trill, the no glamor
At the end of my time is spent in a
Fucking up with the 9 inch chrome
So all you scary got-it-good young-ass stay home

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

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

so going undercover then turning dirty
Bitch, I'm dead and swole in a
the other day, a fiend in your Lexus
Calling my name Blue Light, I'm Texas

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

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

Ask the nigga brought his fucking ass down
Trying to sell that dope he bought in H-Town
sell in Houston, so I guess he figured
I'm a go to Port Arthur and run them fucking

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

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

be trill in the villa of the trillest
'Cause where I'm from nigga house muthafucking killas
So have your shit attached, before you check us
C, bitch, P.A. home, Short Texas