Luyện nghe bài hát Houston

[Verse 1 Slim
Texas tatted on my arm, got on my back
Cause I love the I'm from, hands up if you feel that
I hard like a Texan, every Sunday catch me wreckin
?, code name Foster because you cant him
And they catch them like Dre do
hard like I play too, run that back like Jay do
Better come prepared we play you
We came to win, take a loss
Aint shit that H South,
Team strong well break em off, lay em down then em out
Car roof Reliant, when the suns out I drop the top
we shinin, red white and blue in that lot
See you in the playoffs, bet you this year we on top
And if you from that H like me, you already know Im talkin bout

Im from Houston, home of the Texans [x3]
Texas Tatted on my arm, on my back
Im Houston, Texas home of the Texans [x3]
Texas Tatted on my arm, Houston on my

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Im from HOU TEX, non-believers get put to the death
Then hard times, we get put to the test, but dedication the last to the best
Stop complainin just a little bit less and start to on the road to success
We got now and we got next, say it loud with some bass in your
Haters but now they on jock like Joseph and Quin the corners on lock
I come through the line like Brian Cushing and then I be blocked like JJ Watt
Now we on top, no more middle, like Mario I'm a hard hitter
Cant be stopped, dont be bitter, give up cause Im a go getter
In the and I wade through you, she like Toro and the whole crew
In battle red or liberty out, I might come out in the deep steel blue
I thought boys knew, dont be surprised, them boys about Texans pride
We ride for each other when we on the otherside and if you down dont step aside

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If you aint Texas, you didnt get the message
Let me give you boys a lesson then
I swore to God to be to death, I didnt die so time to get fresh again
You know the H what Im reppin in and its like 35%
And so ironic (why?)
Every cup is like 35% beverage and 65%
? for thick specimens
A million and bad yelas and thats like 22% lesbian
And in my zone what you steppin in, then I bet my fist is gone a chin
Cause that in Bun, and that trill is Pimp, and that trill is somethin yall never been
Hit your woman and let her in to my vehicle I never tint
That brain got to be official baby, no artificial
Im runnin in it like Andre, if yall aint Houston I aint convinced
Cause y'all touchdown in our once and been rappin like you are ever since