Luyện nghe bài hát City Of Dank

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

Mister S-P

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

One time for Ikie

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

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

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

Verse (Baby Beesh):]
Some of you G's help it,
We love our money like the Boston Celtics,
They felt it every saucy Chicano's down with Latino Velvet,
Don't get it twisted, we got some in case you missed it,
Straight the Buh-ay, where them niggas 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 door fleetwood caddy,
Geekin', while we or smellin' the puporalli,
Valley what we ran with,
And them haters just can't it,
They 'cause us hispanics,
Gigantic the Titanic nigga,
Seven seas, I'm tryin' to cop keys,
All folks with the 2-0-9's got whole for eleven G's,
So I ain't passin' Baby Beesh all about scrilla scratchin',
Hooked up with the Ikeman now we in Guerilla fashion,
Eighteen with a bullet, we bumpin' insane,
I'd to praise 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 that don't know it's three and a for the bow,
Lime green lil' apartment, kind that make you rhyme,
But oh, shine, it takes 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 flipped 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 they can't hold us,
Got the bricks, got the boulders, let the World it's over,
I-K-E and S-P-M, and that Baby Beesh,
Down to make major cash from the bay to one tre,
That's how we do it like G's,
money from these ki's,
Every we touch bleeds,
About to put this on freeze

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