Luyện nghe bài hát They Dont Know

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I represent the home of cars
Screw and purple bar
bangin', fifth hangin'
84's and vogue

we wear in Texas
Rag-tops lay down on
Diamonds shinin' from necklace
Haters hate, we well respected

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

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

I crack a and show platinum mouth
Every time I rap I rep
I spit a verse and head to the vaults
G's for me to even open my mouth

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

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

All Ready, hold on, up a second
'Cuz boys comin' blue or red
Down here ain't dead
daily to stack my bread

I from the where girls jump fly
Now a days the pimp brauds
'Cuz they got more game then these guys
You'll get set up and then get robbed

You don't know chunkin' a deuce
You don't know 'bout a fade
Down here we be D's
But you don't know choppin' blades

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

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

You don't know 'bout the way we
Boys say we got country
But I don't care what you heard
'Cuz you don't 'bout the dirty third

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

Texas is the home of the and pimps
Showin' ass in the great state of Texas
Third Coast Born, I mean Texas raised
Texas muthafucka, that's where I

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