Luyện nghe bài hát They Dont Know

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

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

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

What you 'bout white shirts
down jeans with a razor crease
Platinum and on top our teeth
Big ol' chains with a iced out

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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