Luyện nghe bài hát City Of Dank

[Baby
your boy, Baby beesherelli mane,
La clika,
Representin' that yay dogg,
Down mane, Houston, Texas mane, with my smokin' cousin

Mister S-P

Beesh]
S-P-M baby boy, Park Mexican,
With my nephew, young P,
Man on the track, one love,

One for that Ikie

Beesh]
Ikeman my boy, representin' that 7-1-3 mane,
Houston, mane,
We fixin' to you how we get down mane, check it out

[Chorus (Baby & Ikeman):]
Beesh]
Where I come from, the of dank,
Where niggas shoot hop, snort, and crank,
Where anything's and nothin' fa sho,
off Khadafi mixed with blow

Well I from, the city of drank,
niggas drop tar, ride and drip paint,
Grip the grain, the lane,
on them thangs,
Got the trunk the bang 'cause the South on there stayin'

[First (Baby Beesh):]
of you G's can't help it,
We our money green like the Boston Celtics,
They felt it 'cause every saucy Chicano's down Latino Velvet,
Don't get it twisted, we got some more in you missed it,
Straight from the Buh-ay, where them keep it playeristic,
Now hour, a coward is devoured,
Some perkin', off the powder, slangin' go mental flowers,
Smokin' cavys in the Navi, or the four fleetwood caddy,
Geekin', we tweekin' or smellin' the puporalli,
Valley what we ran with,
And them haters can't stand it,
They 'cause us hispanics,
like the Titanic nigga,
Seven seas, I'm tryin' to cop keys,
All folks with the 2-0-9's got whole ones for G's,
So I ain't passin' Baby Beesh all that scrilla scratchin',
Hooked up with the Ikeman now we robbin' in fashion,
Eighteen with a bullet, we totally insane,
I'd like to the Mac God for showin' me the game

[Second (Ike Man):]
Off the top, all us realas R we goin' hard,
Down South we hit the bar, smokin' up in the guards,
Foreign car we send low, bout my and the dough,
For that don't know it's three and a quarter for the bow,
Lime green lil' apartment, that make you wanna rhyme,
But oh, dollar shine, it time to make 'em blind,
I'm on the to go and get,
I got my ready to spit,
I-K-E my digits,
Feds want me I did it,
I done it into green, with my cousin' lil' beam,
We be hoggin' up the scene with our on mean,
7-1-3, we coldest, from the jump they hold us,
Got the bricks, got the boulders, let the know it's over,
I-K-E and S-P-M, and that Baby Beesh,
Down to make major cash the bay to seven one tre,
That's how we do it some G's,
money from these ki's,
Every block we bleeds,
About to put this on freeze

[Third (SPM):]
Cognac sipper, to crack flipper,
Jugglin' hoes like my boy Tripper,
slippers, on my smoke ray Lac,
I was broke way back, walkin' down a track,
Mary Jane sacks my ass a brain lapse,
Insane raps with strange cats,
gats, nothin' special but do the job,
Rollin' 'round tryin' to find new to rob,
A lot of you smoke, a lot of what you snort,
Playin' crack bars seemed to be my sport,
My dance floor was the hot corner store,
'em down, hol' 'em up, that boy don't want 'em no more,
Chest cracker, neck snapper, don't the Mex act a,
fool on the best actor,
Lead blaster, I it hits you where it has to,
It's the S-P-M sippin' syrup mixed Shasta