Luyện nghe bài hát City Of Dank

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

Mister S-P

[Baby
S-P-M baby boy, Park Mexican,
my nephew, young Happy P,
Man on the track, one love,

One time for Ikie

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

[Chorus (Baby & Ikeman):]
[Baby
Where I come from, the of dank,
Where shoot hop, snort, and smoke crank,
Where possible and nothin' fa sho,
High off Khadafi with blow

Well I from, the city 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 can't it,
We love our green like the Boston Celtics,
They felt it 'cause every Chicano's down with Latino Velvet,
Don't get it twisted, we got some in case you missed it,
from the Buh-ay, where them niggas keep it playeristic,
Now hour, a coward is devoured,
Some perkin', off the powder, some slangin' go flowers,
Smokin' cavys in the Navi, or the door fleetwood caddy,
Geekin', we tweekin' or smellin' the puporalli,
Valley what we ran with,
And them just can't stand it,
frantic 'cause us hispanics,
Gigantic the Titanic nigga,
seas, I'm tryin' to cop seven keys,
All folks with the 2-0-9's got whole ones for G's,
So I ain't passin' Baby Beesh all about scrilla scratchin',
Hooked up with the Ikeman now we robbin' in fashion,
Eighteen a bullet, we bumpin' totally insane,
I'd like to praise the Mac God for showin' me the

[Second (Ike Man):]
Off the top, all us realas R we goin' hard,
South 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,
green lil' apartment, kind that make you wanna rhyme,
But oh, dollar shine, it takes to make 'em blind,
I'm on the to go and get,
I got my gangsta to spit,
I-K-E my digits,
want me 'cause I did it,
I done flipped it into green, with my cousin' beam,
We be hoggin' up the scene with our on mean,
7-1-3, we coldest, from the they can't hold us,
Got the bricks, got the boulders, let the World know over,
and S-P-M, and that Mexican Baby Beesh,
Down to major cash from the bay to seven one tre,
That's how we do it like G's,
money from these ki's,
Every we touch bleeds,
About to put this game on

[Third (SPM):]
sipper, born to crack flipper,
Jugglin' hoes like my boy Tripper,
Glass slippers, on my ray Lac,
I was broke way back, walkin' a train track,
Jane sacks gave my ass a brain lapse,
Insane raps ridin' strange cats,
gats, nothin' special but do the job,
Rollin' tryin' to find someone new to rob,
A lot of what you smoke, a lot of you snort,
crack bars seemed to be my favorite sport,
My dance floor was the hot corner store,
Beat 'em down, hol' 'em up, that boy want 'em no more,
Chest cracker, neck snapper, make the Mex act a,
Muthafuckin' fool on the actor,
blaster, I hope it hits you where it has to,
It's the S-P-M sippin' syrup mixed Shasta