Luyện nghe bài hát State to State

(Intro)
Free! Wall!
And we coming the bump bump buuum!
Early! Yeah! Uh! It's The Roc, and we
Dumping on hating ass niggas
And we hit yall with the Bump buuum
Early! Uh! Yeah! Uh!

Y'all keep your weapons close
Philly and Paul Wall
And is the way we ball bring the raw
To your got them semis
If you really war
We gon it to your doorstep
and them hoodies
And we pop pop pop
Through your
Put the in your fitted
And this is the way you fall to the
An' you nigga
State prop cock game and we gun a hater
And we take a pounds
And we sell a hater's
And we the reason why they chicks is not around
Somebody tell them that they're roc' in
Swishahouse got that knock in Houston we come and lock down

Real niggas stand up point em we gon gun 'em haters down come around you that...
And all my real bitches step up come to wipe a player smoke a pound with him
niggas step up we gon gun 'em haters down come around you hear that...
And all my real bitches step up to wipe a player down smoke a pound with him

Paul
I hear these haters talking seem they're getting louder
These sweet cupcakes softer than some clam
I'm from the city of powder, and crack rocks?
For dollars get you higher than an astronaut
I keep a Glock in my state prop
Floating on cloud nine goin' off dean
I a deuce to a hater
I'm on a for paper
I got lew hawk with me serving dope like a waiter
I'm on the south lee my boy
Big bank take little bank tell me what it do
These boys talking loud but they saying a thang
But Paul Wall and will make 'em sang

It's the Swishahouse prop chain gang
.45 cal big Glock bang
I keep the tucked in my underwear
Rain down on these suckers make the clutter clear
Let's get one thing clear I run with grizzly
Bite you in your back and make you out your chest hair
I'm 100 baby no time for games
I got a garden full of carats hanging in my
I keep a bought my paper fuck a hater
Cause the real turn fake switching over like a
I'm squashing chatter up the ladder
Cause my goal is to my pockets fatter baby Paul Wall