Luyện nghe bài hát City Of Dank

[Baby
It's your boy, 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, South Mexican,
With my nephew, Happy P,
Man on the track, one love,

One time for that

[Baby
Ikeman my boy, representin' that clique mane,
Houston, mane,
We fixin' to you how we get down mane, check it out

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

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

Verse (Baby Beesh):]
Some of you G's can't 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 case you it,
Straight 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' in the Navi, or the four door fleetwood caddy,
Geekin', while we tweekin' or the puporalli,
Valley what we ran with,
And haters just can't stand it,
They 'cause us hispanics,
Gigantic the Titanic nigga,
seas, I'm tryin' to cop seven keys,
All folks with the got whole ones for eleven G's,
So I ain't passin' Baby Beesh all about scrilla scratchin',
Hooked up the Ikeman now we robbin' in Guerilla fashion,
Eighteen a bullet, we bumpin' 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 low, bout 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 time to make 'em blind,
I'm on the to go and get,
I got my ready to spit,
about 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 can't hold us,
Got the bricks, got the boulders, let the World know over,
I-K-E and S-P-M, and that Mexican Beesh,
to make major cash from the bay to seven one tre,
That's how we do it like G's,
Makin' money these ki's,
Every we touch bleeds,
About to put game on freeze

[Third (SPM):]
Cognac sipper, born to flipper,
Jugglin' hoes my boy Jack 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' with cats,
Plain gats, nothin' 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 seemed to be my favorite sport,
My only floor was the hot corner store,
Beat 'em down, 'em up, that boy don't want 'em no more,
cracker, neck snapper, don't make the Mex act a,
Muthafuckin' on the best actor,
Lead blaster, I hope it hits you it has to,
It's the sippin' syrup mixed with Shasta