Luyện nghe bài hát They Dont Know

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

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

What you 'bout swangaz and vogues?
What you know 'bout drank?
What you know 'bout trunk
lights, candy paint?

What you know 'bout shirts
down jeans with a razor crease
Platinum and gold on top our
Big ol' with a iced out piece?

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

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

We keep it playa, ain't no
When we holdin' plex whenever haters
We listen to music, and chopped
Down in this Lonestar state

Outta towners be comin'
Runnin' they and talkin' down
But you know nuthin' 'bout my town
Either hold it down or around

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

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

Me and Paul we a fool
When fall I'm packin' a tool
I'm Texas raised, made
We daily, no minimum wage

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

Belt-buckles we in Texas
Rag-tops lay down on
Diamonds shinin' grillin' necklace
Haters hate, 'cuz we well

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

I said, Paul Wall and Jones
Who one of the on the microphone
We high on twenty inch chrome
to get our shine on

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

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

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

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

I the place where girls jump fly
Now a days the brauds pimp
'Cuz they got more game then most these
get set up and then 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 know about choppin' blades

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

You can catch me swangs
What you 'bout sippin' syrup
You know 'bout pourin' it up
Purple some speeches slurred

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

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

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

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