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 ho's like turtles in half a
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 your fucking maker
'Cause I taking, no shit on my cuts
The UGK got the big big nuts

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

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

And even try to come 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 get your shit straight
'Cause it ain't safe to try and show yo ass up
Street sweeper cold blow yo ass up

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

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

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

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

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

And if you get up by the laws
cry cause it's for a lost cause
Clientele ounce of llello, in jail make
From longs to short, constant dope sales

Stupid smoking dummies and noids in jail
On U.S.T., Crack
of the Fighting Fiends, the streets reimburse me
Cops finding my stash, yo 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
my name Blue Light, I'm Short Texas

I give 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 selling

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

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

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

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

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