Luyện nghe bài hát Dont Mess With Texas

[Happy

"Lone ranger"
"Lone ranger"
"Lone ranger" ("Sit-sittin' on swanger")
"Lone ranger"
"Lone ranger"
"Lone Star ranger" ("Sit-sittin' on swanger") -- Luciano]

[Chorus:
Don't with Texas, oh no
We so damn, what, so cold

You could want it
When you down, look what we have accomplished
Don't with Texas, oh no
We so damn, what, so cold
Got the big
Cause the swangers
drippin', boy, you know what I'm talkin' 'bout

[Verse 1: Lucky Luciano {Lucky Luciano slowed
Ay, Lucky Lu', gon' come through, and do this for Screw zoo
I'm a boy, eating barbecue, and sippin' on red Mountain Dew
Star ranger, sittin' on swanger}
One in the chamber, for the danger
cliffhangers, I'm a show 'em how to tip toe
Here to wreck a set, bang, when I drop my O
H-Town, San Anton', ATX, Worth
to the valley, man, it's all about the work
What you about the great state of Texas
Rocks in a necklace, a {bitch} breathless
Home of the and the styrofoam cups
Woodgrain wheel and I'm ridin' on
look slippery, drank not Hennessey
Brand new Bentley, same ol' beam
Uh
And I'm Up and dripped out
Eighty-four spiderwebs, got boy tipped out

Chorus]

[Verse 2: Park Mexican]
I got chicks like Pamela, H to Canada
The only I ever played good was Gallahger
Cold like Alas-a-ka, 'em like spatula
People be trying to bite my flows Dracula's
Spectacular, my rappin' doesn't seem to a replica
Angel, I saw a dude go from Jesse to
fiend blessed, I'm a money making maniac
Born in the gutter a little cute baby rat
My lady's tat got SPM in faded
People say you like Carlos Coy, but, ain't he fat
Just like a janie sack, I'm been Slim Fast
Prison life my cell block into a gym class
Pull-ups off my top bunk, bench my mattress
Curlin' cases full of books and a atlas
Can you this or has a G lost touch
Walkin' in my con chucks, livin' out months

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[Verse 3: Baby
It's that Dope House Records, jammin' out of
Mayne, I'm so powerful with quick
With the SP Mex's, South Park on
Happy P., got the on steroids like (??)
If I'm Italian, I'm a Capo, yeah, made
from the game, and still get fully paid

It's the Dope prophet
Thirty-five and forty-five in the state, it poppin'
Boy, what you
Boy, you slangin'
big body, playboy, what you sangin'
Smashing down ten with a in my woodgrain
Hit San Anton', and you know it's all good,

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