Luyện nghe bài hát Short Texas

Ay Yo, to the world of S H O R T
Texas where them trill ass be living naughty
Rollin up ho's like turtles in a shell
Open up my trunk and let's see I have to sell

I got the dope, if you got the paper
And if you a faker then you'll your fucking maker
'Cause I ain't taking, no on my cuts
The UGK got the big big nuts

Yo, so a bold bitch?
Try to make a
You betta
they find you in a ditch

This dope yo dope and these cuts and yo cuts
Yo, but this is my 12 gauge in yo guts
make me pump this bitch and unload
Get yo feet muthafucka, hit the road

And even try to come back nigga, yo
'Cause me Dre and C got on a fat trigger

We too much money moving weight
And you hit my cuts, you better get your shit straight
'Cause it ain't to just try and show yo ass up
Street booming cold blow yo ass up

And ain't nobody scared to
We pull triggers fast
And then we on yo bitch ass

But if yo shit is legit, you can join my crew
U.S.T. graduating class of '92 in Texas

Niggaz on the dropping shit about TX
As as there's fiends that's them tax free dope checks
muthafuckas at the age of 16
Cooking up some llello for the local drug

The market's not open so call it closed circuit
Short Short watch them hard thugs work it
5-0's on the scene the all time drug bust
Out next week slanging some more dust

Real, oh, so trill, the no glamor
At the end of my time is spent in a
Fucking up shit the 9 inch chrome
So all you got-it-good young-ass bitches stay home

And if you get picked up by the
Don't cry cause it's for a lost
Clientele ounce of llello, in jail make
From longs to short, it's constant sales

Stupid muthafuckas dummies and noids in jail
On U.S.T., Crack
Home of the Fighting Fiends, the streets me
Cops my stash, yo what could the worst be

Through so going then turning dirty
Bitch, I'm dead and in a ditch
the other day, a fiend in your Lexus
Calling my Blue Light, I'm Short Texas

I don't give a who you be
You ain't to sell no fucking dope in P.A.T.
You could be Tony Montana in bitch
Have a boat load of dope but you ain't selling shit

Cause we don't know your so I don't really figure
We gon' let you up and sell dope in Texas nigga
See you don't understand, our muthafucking cuts
So step in like I said before, we'll take them nuts

Ask the last brought his fucking ass down
to sell that fucking dope he bought in H-Town
Couldn't sell in Houston, so I guess he
I'm a go to Port and run them fucking niggaz

Brought his fucking gun, he shoulda bust
So they took his shit and put his in the dust
Stupid ass nigga had the nerve to come
on the cuts in his white Cadillac

Got to the block and the guns just
Shot his car up with the 9, end of clip the that he unloaded
Sent the home to his momma like a ho
They jacked all his money and stole all his dope

Can't be trill in the of the trillest
'Cause where I'm from nigga house some killas
So your shit attached, before you come check us
Pimp C, bitch, P.A. home, Texas