Luyện nghe bài hát They Dont Know

They don't know what that 'bout
They don't what that bar 'bout
They don't know that candy car 'bout
Or that joint 'bout

Texas is the home of the playas and
Showin' ass in the great state of Texas
Third Coast Born, I mean we're Texas
Texas muthafucka, where I stay, all ready

What you know 'bout swangaz and
What you know purple drank?
What you know 'bout poppin'
lights, candy paint?

What you know 'bout white
Starched jeans with a razor crease
and gold on top our teeth
Big ol' chains with a iced out

You don't know 'bout Watts
You don't know 'bout DJ
What you know 'bout, man, up
I came down and what it do?

They know 'bout P.A.T
What you 'bout Free Pimp C?
What you 'bout the Swishahouse, man?
What you know the S.U.C?

We keep it playa, no fake
When we holdin' plex whenever haters
We listen to music, and chopped
Down here in this state

Outta be comin' around
Runnin' they mouth and down
But you don't know nuthin' my town
Either it down or move around

They know what that scar 'bout
They don't know what bar 'bout
They don't know what that candy car
Or smokin' that joint

Texas is the of the playas and pimps
Showin' naked ass in the state of Texas
Third Coast Born, I mean we're raised
Texas muthafucka, where I stay
(Mike Jones)

Me and Paul we a fool
When screens fall I'm a tool
I'm Texas raised, Texas
We grind daily, no minimum

I the home of candy cars
Screw music and bar
Trunk bangin', hangin'
84's and vogue

we wear in Texas
Rag-tops lay down on
Diamonds from grillin' necklace
Haters hate, we well respected

Paul and Mike Jones
Who one of the throwedest on the
We sittin' high on twenty inch
Tryin' to get our on

I said, Paul Wall and Mike
Who one of the throwedest on the
We sittin' on twenty inch chrome
Tryin' to get our on

I crack a smile and platinum mouth
Every I rap I rep Swishahouse
I spit a and head straight to the vaults
Five G's for me to even my mouth

They know what that scar 'bout
They don't what that bar 'bout
They don't know that candy car 'bout
Or smokin' that 'bout

Texas is the home of the and pimps
Showin' naked ass in the state of Texas
Third Coast Born, I mean we're Texas
Texas muthafucka, that's I stay

All Ready, on, hold up a second
boys comin' down blue or red
Down here pimpin' dead
daily to stack my bread

I from the place where jump fly
Now a days the pimp brauds
they got more game then most these guys
You'll get set up and you'll get robbed

You don't know 'bout a deuce
You don't know a southside fade
Down we be ridin' D's
But you don't about choppin' blades

Texas or Prairie View
What you know 'bout of the bands
Down we got ghetto girls
Like wings, or Timmy Chan's

You can me ridin' swangs
What you know 'bout syrup
You know 'bout pourin' it up
Purple drank some slurred

You don't know 'bout the way we
say we got country words
But I don't really care you heard
'Cuz you don't know 'bout the dirty

They don't know what scar 'bout
They don't know what bar 'bout
They don't know what candy car 'bout
Or smokin' that joint

Texas is the home of the and pimps
Showin' ass in the great state of Texas
Third Coast Born, I mean we're Texas
muthafucka, that's where I stay

Texas muthafucka, that's where I
muthafucka, that's where I stay