Luyện nghe bài hát Picture Perfect

My life is real baby, you peeping me take a
You me take a picture, you should take a photograph
You peeping me take a picture, you should a photograph

me today, with a Cannon or a Kodak
'Cause by tomorrow, yesterday gon be a
You see it's real, they be look at that
Picture perfect nigga, you should take a

Introducing the truest voice of the South, it's who else but me
Don't let all that foolishness they feed you, on T.V. you
Don't let all the magazines, and them papers out there you
The cups that be used to sip, but Caucasian kinda my tee do

You see that hand be glistening, you see the Sedans we
The of grands we getting, these units of scans we shipping
You see that Caddy tipping, them thangs on Caddy twisting
That paint and that candy dripping, that drank and can is missing

That ain't a Cola, dry and you feeling sober
Boys trying to switch it over, apply it up in a
of the Houston hustlers, who grinding and hit the quota
Who fire and hit the doja, you high when you the odor

Told ya you gotta have, a foreign or buy slab
Afford it then buy it that's, without it now
You ain't gotta take college class, to see that we bout our
You not if you gotta ask, take a pic by the slab hol' up

You see my slab, you see my candy
Picture perfect nigga, you should take a
You see my chick, you see my is bad
Picture perfect nigga, you take a photograph

You see it's real, they be like look at
Picture perfect nigga, you should a photograph
Photograph, photograph,
Picture perfect nigga, you should a photograph

When I'm tipping, they'll probably watch me, the cops'll be
And try to patrol my posse, we shining and glowing
The jealous will try to top me, we keep it too to copy, what?
I'm listening to ain't a floppy, that disc gon be and chop-pied

All the will ride to this, deposit deposit slips
Buy the car and apply the fifth, raise the an entire lift
Use to go to that Kappa, but ain't been as crunk
So I'm up at Daytona, on chrome and I'm popping trunk

Jamming that "Ridin' Dirty", while riding beside the
And they staring over at me, trying to scare me I'ma pause
Tell 'em naw they know crawl, all day in the robber cause
I'm trying to go wash the ride, till them tires whiter walls

You peeping him take a picture, that chrome and that paint
You smoking take a swisha, there's plenty just take 'em wit ya
You chilling you ain't a sipper, I'ma be hanging wit ya
Take a hold of the and grip a, handful
And for the pictures nigga

You see my slab, you see my candy
Picture perfect nigga, you should take a
You see my chick, you see my is bad
Picture perfect nigga, you take a photograph

You see it's real, be like look at that
Picture perfect nigga, you take a photograph
Photograph, photograph,
Picture perfect nigga, you should a photograph

You see the bling up on my bracelet, and the shine on my
Syrup in my Styrofoam, it's sweet with no cess
You done put it with the rest, time to roll with the best
'Cause when you ride with the original, you ain't guess

I'm the connection you need, when they say it's a drought
it's not really a drought, them other niggaz just out
And I'm the plug you gotta have, they say the river's dry
'Cause it's not really dry, just ran out of supply

I'm too fly for the clouds, too for the green grass
Better wear tinted lenses, if you look at my ass
Catch me today, a Cannon or a Kodak
'Cause by tomorrow, gon be a throwback

Candy still dripping, is still tipping
Wood grain grass, steering I'm still gripping
for P.A.T., the West and the East
And I'm repping for C, till he get back on the streets it never cease

You see my slab, you see my candy
Picture perfect nigga, you should a photograph
You see my chick, you see my is bad
perfect nigga, you should take a photograph

You see it's real, be like look at that
perfect nigga, you should take a photograph
Photograph, photograph,
Picture perfect nigga, you should a photograph

My is real baby, ain't just a song
Gripping that wood wheel baby, and riding chrome, I'm riding
This is for the real playas, that get do'
Tell me how it baby, to see I'm I'm riding candy and chrome

Catch me today, with a cannon or a
'Cause by tomorrow, gon be a throwback
'Cause by tomorrow, yesterday gon be a

Know I'm saying? wood
Riding through the hood, and good
Just like we say down in Texas, already
You at me so hard
You to go on, do yourself a favor playa
And a motherfucking picture