Luyện nghe bài hát State to State

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

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

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

Paul
I hear haters talking seem like they're getting louder
These sweet cupcakes softer some clam chowder
I'm the city of powder, syrup and crack rocks?
For twenty dollars get you higher than an
I keep a Glock in my prop jeans
Floating on cloud goin' off cold dean
I a deuce to a hater
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 boys talking loud but they ain't a thang
But Paul Wall and Freeway will make 'em

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