Luyện nghe bài hát They Dont Know

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

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

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

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

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

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

We it playa, ain't no fake
When we plex whenever haters hate
We listen to music, screwed and
Down in this Lonestar state

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

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

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

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

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

we wear in Texas
Rag-tops lay on Lexus
Diamonds shinin' grillin' necklace
Haters hate, 'cuz we respected

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

I said, Paul and Mike Jones
Who one of the throwedest on the
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 verse and head to the vaults
G's for me to even open my mouth

They don't what that scar '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 and pimps
Showin' naked ass in the great state of
Third Born, I mean we're Texas raised
Texas muthafucka, where I stay

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

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

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

Texas southern or View
What you know 'bout of the bands
Down here we got ghetto
Like wings, chicken or Chan's

You can me ridin' swangs
What you 'bout sippin' syrup
You know 'bout pourin' 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 scar 'bout
They don't know that bar 'bout
They don't what that candy car 'bout
Or that joint 'bout

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

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