Luyện nghe bài hát Don't Mess Wit Texas

Put your stones in and worn, South Coast raised and born
Have a place you get broke loose and catch the long horn
Up ass, when I blast, claimin' South East H-Town
Bakin' cakes hate makin' playahaters break down
If lookin' for an exit, cause Houston on the wreck shit
T-e-x-a-s is the you don't mess wit
Cock the tech, spit, and check shit to
Where shit from north to east
Well connected with the
It's the 3rd creepin' 'round the corner
Rockin' birds, serb, puffin' marijuana
Screwed-Up Click roll deep and we kick it South
Pop the lip, try to trip, get you with the off
your boy, bring the north twelve Atlant' on the map
Bailin' through the Texas with my hand on my strap
Every on the hour born doubtin' bout rexis
Leaving you if you're vestless, don't mess wit Texas

to ashes, dust to dust
Texas, us, and in glocks we trust, cause uh
Ashes to ashes, to dust
Glock 9's we and there's no fucking wit us, cause uh
Marsh shit don't thrill me, haters wanna me
Lil' Keke Texas, so try to feel me
Marsh don't thrill me, haters wanna kill me
Southside Houston, Texas, so try to me

Cross the line at the point, to this state
And create drastic c's, lil' the kid can't
Bustin' sounds out in the Talon to world-wide tower
Take myself and then I bust, the other 9 don't
no wustle in Calies I used to think that was slow
It's automatics that'll catch you at Texan's front do'
Lifestyles Frank White, facin' Kapone
cheese, takin' my keys, when you went through the zone
Tell colleage you won't want this
North sides over
9 times out of 10 I it out, I doubt it
Fairy tales and riddles, cut you sweet down the
Fill in with weed to succeed how I'm plottin' to ya
and neeyas, gangbangers and dopeslangers
Pull the angle glock 2-1 in the chamber
So Lee, to the publicist who not try test us
You find yourself restless to fuck with Texas

to ashes, dust to dust
Texas, that's us, and in glocks we trust, uh
Ashes to ashes, to dust
Glock 9's we bust and there's no fucking wit us, uh
Marsh shit don't me, haters wanna kill me
Keke representin' Texas, so try to feel me
Marsh shit don't me, haters wanna kill me
Houston, Texas, so try to feel me

Feel the ill, yield the yield, hands no fear
Strapped with metal gear, makin' it loud and clear
advantage, you can't manage, I'm a Southside avouce
So lay it down, or be found, as the of massacre
I'm ya to chill, better yet try to feel
Stackin' down the kilo, gang related for real
the deal, 9 to 10, everythang I want even
If I'm in then you spin, here's the key to the
a friend in this game, cause it's all about greed
Tech 9, red beam, and a team
Yeah we're close to the border so won't you put in order
Pound of weed, chug of water, half a chicken or
Puffin' harder at the bottom we gainin' respect
Might check, I select, Texas connected
You respected Ke to hate, but I set it all
Brain or chest plate, it's the state

Ashes to ashes, dust to
Texas, that's us, and in we trust, cause uh
Ashes to ashes, to dust
Glock 9's we bust and there's no wit us, cause uh
Marsh shit don't thrill me, haters kill me
Lil' representin' Texas, so try to feel me
Marsh shit don't me, haters wanna kill me
Southside Houston, Texas, so try to me