Luyện nghe bài hát Dont Mess With Texas

[Happy

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

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

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

[Verse 1: Lucky Luciano {Lucky Luciano down}]
Ay, Lucky Lu', gon' come through, and do this for Screw zoo
I'm a boy, eating 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 wreck a set, bang, when I my fifth O
H-Town, San Anton', ATX, Worth
to the valley, man, it's all about the work
What you know about the great of Texas
Rocks in a necklace, leave a breathless
Home of the players and the cups
Woodgrain wheel and I'm ridin' on
Paint slippery, drank not Hennessey
Brand new Bentley, ol' triple beam
Uh
And I'm Draped Up and out
Eighty-four spiderwebs, got boy tipped out

[Repeat

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

Chorus]

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

It's the House prophet
Thirty-five and in the state, keep 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 it's all good, mayne

Chorus]