Luyện nghe bài hát They Dont Know

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

Texas is the home of the playas and
Showin' naked ass in the great of Texas
Third Coast Born, I mean we're Texas
Texas muthafucka, that's I stay, all ready

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

What you know white shirts
Starched down jeans with a crease
Platinum and gold on top our
Big ol' chains a iced out piece?

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

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

We keep it playa, no fake
When we plex whenever haters hate
We listen to music, and chopped
here in this Lonestar state

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

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

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

Me and we actin' a fool
When screens fall I'm packin' a
I'm raised, Texas made
We grind daily, no wage

I represent the home of candy
Screw music and bar
Trunk bangin', fifth
and vogue swangin'

Belt-buckles we wear in
Rag-tops lay on Lexus
Diamonds from grillin' necklace
Haters hate, we well respected

Paul Wall and Jones
Who one of the on the microphone
We sittin' high on inch chrome
to get our shine on

I said, Paul Wall and Jones
Who one of the on the microphone
We sittin' high on twenty chrome
Tryin' to get our on

I crack a smile and platinum mouth
time I rap I rep Swishahouse
I a verse and head straight to the vaults
Five G's for me to even open my

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

Texas is the home of the playas and
Showin' naked ass in the great state of
Coast Born, I mean we're Texas raised
Texas muthafucka, that's I stay

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

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

You don't 'bout chunkin' a deuce
You don't know 'bout a southside
here we be ridin' D's
But you don't know about blades

Texas southern or Prairie
What you know battle of the bands
Down here we got ghetto
Like wings, or Timmy Chan's

You can me ridin' swangs
What you 'bout sippin' syrup
You don't 'bout pourin' it up
Purple drank some speeches

You don't know the way we talk
Boys say we got words
But I don't really care you heard
'Cuz you don't know 'bout the dirty

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

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

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