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") -- [Lucky

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

You really want it
When you down, look what we have accomplished
mess with Texas, oh no
We just so damn, what, so
Got the big
the last swangers
Paint drippin', boy, you know what I'm 'bout

[Verse 1: Luciano {Lucky Luciano slowed down}]
Ay, Lucky Lu', gon' come through, and do this here for zoo
I'm a Texas boy, barbecue, and sippin' on red Mountain Dew
{Lone ranger, sittin' on swanger}
One in the chamber, ready for the
cliffhangers, I'm a show 'em how to tip toe
Here to a set, bang, when I drop my fifth O
H-Town, San Anton', ATX, Fort
Dallas to the valley, man, it's all the work
What you know the great state of Texas
Rocks in a necklace, a {bitch} breathless
of the players and the styrofoam cups
Woodgrain and I'm ridin' on bucks
Paint look slippery, not Hennessey
Brand new Bentley, same ol' beam
Uh
And I'm Draped Up and out
Eighty-four spiderwebs, got your boy out

[Repeat

2: South Park Mexican]
I got chicks like Pamela, H to Canada
The only game I ever played was Gallahger
Cold like Alas-a-ka, flip 'em spatula
People be to bite my flows like Dracula's
Spectacular, my rappin' doesn't to have a replica
Angel, I saw a dude go from Jesse to
Dope fiend blessed, I'm a making maniac
Born in the gutter like a little cute rat
My lady's tat got SPM in faded
People say you look like Coy, but, ain't he fat
like a janie sack, I'm been gettin' Slim Fast
Prison turn my cell block into a gym class
off my top bunk, bench press 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 long

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

It's the Dope House
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 a farm in my woodgrain
Hit San Anton', and you it's all good, mayne

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