Luyện nghe bài hát City Of Dank

[Baby
It's boy, Baby beesherelli mane,
La clika,
Representin' that yay dogg,
South mane, Houston, Texas mane, with my smokin' cousin

Mister S-P

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

One for that Ikie

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

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

Well I come from, the of drank,
Where niggas drop tar, 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):]
Some of you G's help it,
We love our green like the Boston Celtics,
They felt it every saucy Chicano's down with Latino Velvet,
Don't get it twisted, we got more in case you missed it,
Straight the Buh-ay, where them niggas keep it playeristic,
Now hour, a coward is devoured,
perkin', off the powder, some slangin' go mental flowers,
Smokin' cavys in the Navi, or the door fleetwood caddy,
Geekin', while we or smellin' the puporalli,
Valley jokers we ran with,
And them haters just can't it,
They frantic us hispanics,
Gigantic like the nigga,
Seven seas, I'm tryin' to cop keys,
All with the 2-0-9's got whole ones for eleven G's,
So I ain't passin' Baby all about that scrilla scratchin',
Hooked up with the now we robbin' in Guerilla 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 double R we goin' hard,
Down we hit the bar, smokin' 'dro up in the guards,
Foreign car we send low, my fetty and the dough,
For those don't know it's three and a quarter for the bow,
Lime lil' apartment, kind that make you wanna rhyme,
But oh, dollar shine, it takes time to 'em blind,
I'm on the to go and get,
I got my gangsta 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 our mugs on mean,
7-1-3, we coldest, from the jump can't hold us,
Got the bricks, got the boulders, let the World know over,
I-K-E and S-P-M, and Mexican Baby Beesh,
Down to make major cash the bay to seven one tre,
That's how we do it some G's,
Makin' from these ki's,
Every block we bleeds,
to put this game 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,
Jane sacks gave my ass a brain lapse,
Insane raps ridin' strange cats,
Plain gats, special but do the job,
Rollin' tryin' to find someone new to rob,
A lot of you smoke, a lot of what you snort,
crack bars seemed to be my favorite sport,
My only dance floor was the hot store,
Beat 'em down, hol' 'em up, that boy want 'em no more,
cracker, neck snapper, don't make the Mex act a,
Muthafuckin' fool on the actor,
blaster, I hope it hits you where it has to,
It's the sippin' syrup mixed with Shasta