Luyện nghe bài hát They Dont Know

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

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

What you know 'bout and vogues?
What you know 'bout drank?
What you 'bout poppin' trunk
Neon lights, paint?

you know 'bout white shirts
Starched down jeans with a razor
Platinum and on top our teeth
Big ol' with a iced out piece?

You don't know 'bout Watts
You know 'bout DJ Screw
you know 'bout, man, hold up
I done came down and it do?

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

We it playa, ain't no fake
we holdin' plex whenever haters hate
We listen to music, and chopped
Down here in this state

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

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

is the home of the playas and pimps
Showin' ass in the great 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 packin' a
I'm raised, Texas made
We grind daily, no wage

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

Belt-buckles we wear in
Rag-tops lay down on
shinin' from grillin' necklace
Haters hate, 'cuz we respected

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

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

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

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

Texas is the of the playas and pimps
Showin' naked ass in the great of Texas
Third Coast Born, I mean Texas raised
Texas muthafucka, that's where I

All Ready, on, hold up a second
'Cuz comin' down blue or red
Down here pimpin' ain't
Grindin' to stack my bread

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

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

Texas or Prairie View
What you 'bout battle of the bands
Down here we got girls
Like wings, chicken or Chan's

You can catch me ridin'
What you know 'bout syrup
You don't know 'bout it up
drank some speeches slurred

You know 'bout the way we talk
Boys say we got country
But I don't really care what you
'Cuz you don't 'bout the dirty third

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

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

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