Luyện nghe bài hát State to State

(Intro)
Free! Wall!
And we coming with the bump buuum!
Early! Yeah! Uh! The Roc, Swishahouse and we
Dumping on y'all hating ass
And we hit with the Bump Bump buuum
Early! Uh! Yeah! Uh!

Y'all better your weapons close
It's Philly and Paul
And is the way we ball bring the raw
To your got them semis
If you want war
We gon bring it to your
Vests and them
And we pop pop pop
Through body
Put the rest in fitted
And this is the way you fall to the
An' you shaking
State prop cock game and we gun a down
And we take a pounds
And we sell a hater's
And we the main why they chicks is not around
Somebody tell them that roc' in Houston
Swishahouse got that knock in we come and lock shit down

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

Wall:
I hear these haters talking seem like they're louder
These sweet cupcakes softer than some clam
I'm from the city of powder, syrup and crack
For twenty get you higher than an astronaut
I keep a Glock in my state jeans
on cloud nine goin' off cold dean
I chuck a deuce to a
I'm on a for paper
I got lew hawk with me serving fiends like a waiter
I'm on the south lee my boy
Big take little bank baby tell me what it do
These talking loud but they ain't saying a thang
But Wall and Freeway will make 'em sang

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