Luyện nghe bài hát Picture Perfect

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

Catch me today, with a 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 but me fool
Don't let all that foolishness feed you, on T.V. mislead you
Don't let all the magazines, and papers out there deceive you
The cups that be used to sip, but Caucasian kinda my tee do

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

That ain't a Cola, though dry and you sober
Boys to switch it over, apply it up in a soda
Home of the Houston hustlers, who and hit the quota
Who fire and hit the doja, you high when you sniff the

Told ya you have, a foreign or buy your slab
Afford it then buy it that's, important it now
You ain't gotta college class, to see that we bout our cash
You not if you gotta ask, let's take a pic by the hol' up

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

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

I'm tipping, they'll probably watch me, the cops'll be paparazzi
And try to patrol my posse, we shining and glowing
The jealous try to top me, we keep it too real to copy, what?
I'm listening to a floppy, that disc gon be screwed and chop-pied

All the ballers will ride to this, deposit slips
Buy the car and apply the fifth, raise the an entire lift
Use to go to that Kappa, but Kappa been as crunk
So I'm up at Daytona, on chrome and I'm popping trunk

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

You peeping him a picture, that chrome and that paint official
You then take a swisha, there's plenty just take 'em wit ya
You chilling you ain't a sipper, then be hanging wit ya
Take a hold of the grain and a, handful
And smile for the nigga

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

You see it's real, they be like at that
Picture perfect nigga, you take a photograph
Photograph, photograph,
perfect nigga, you should take 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 put it down 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 you gotta have, when they say the river's dry
'Cause it's not really dry, they just ran out of

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

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

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 at that
Picture perfect nigga, you should a photograph
Photograph, photograph,
perfect nigga, you should take a photograph

My life is real baby, just a song
that wood wheel baby, and riding chrome, I'm riding chrome
This is for the playas, that get that do'
Tell me how it feel baby, to see I'm I'm riding and chrome

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

Know I'm Gripping wood
Riding through the hood, and feeling
Just like we say down in Texas, it's
You at me so hard
You need to go on, do yourself a favor
And a motherfucking picture