Luyện nghe bài hát Short Texas

Ay Yo, to the world of S H O R T
Texas where them trill ass niggaz be living
Rollin up 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
I ain't taking, no shit on my cuts
The UGK got the big big nuts

Yo, so who's a bold
Try to make a
You betta
Before find you in a ditch

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

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

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

And ain't scared to blast
We them triggers fast
And then we on yo bitch ass

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Brought his fucking gun, guess he shoulda
So they took his shit and put his dick in the
Stupid ass had the nerve to come back
Rollin on the cuts in his Cadillac

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

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