Luyện nghe bài hát Dont Mess With Texas

[Happy

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

[Chorus:
mess with Texas, oh no
We so damn, what, so cold

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

[Verse 1: Luciano {Lucky Luciano slowed down}]
Ay, Lucky Lu', gon' come through, and do here for Screw zoo
I'm a Texas boy, eating barbecue, and on red Mountain Dew
{Lone Star ranger, sittin' on
One in the chamber, for the danger
cliffhangers, I'm a show 'em how to tip toe
Here to a set, bang, when I drop my fifth O
H-Town, San Anton', ATX, Worth
Dallas to the valley, man, it's all the work
you know about the great state of Texas
Rocks in a necklace, a {bitch} breathless
Home of the players and the cups
Woodgrain wheel and I'm on bucks
look slippery, drank not Hennessey
Brand new Bentley, same ol' beam
Uh
And I'm Draped Up and out
Eighty-four spiderwebs, got your boy out

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[Verse 2: South Mexican]
I got chicks Pamela, from H to Canada
The only game I ever played good was
Cold like Alas-a-ka, flip 'em like
People be to bite my flows like Dracula's
Spectacular, my rappin' doesn't seem to a replica
Angel, I saw a dude go from Jesse to
Dope blessed, I'm a money making maniac
Born in the gutter like a little baby rat
My lady's tat got SPM in faded
People say you like Carlos Coy, but, ain't he fat
Just like a janie sack, I'm been gettin' Slim
life turn my cell block into a gym class
Pull-ups off my top bunk, press my mattress
Curlin' pillow full of books and a atlas
Can you understand this or has a G lost
Walkin' in my con chucks, livin' out months

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

It's the Dope prophet
Thirty-five and forty-five in the state, it poppin'
Boy, you slangin'
Boy, you slangin'
Ridin' big body, playboy, what you
Smashing down ten a farm in my woodgrain
Hit San Anton', and you it's all good, mayne

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