Luyện nghe bài hát City Of Dank

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

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 that

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

(Baby Beesh & Ikeman):]
[Baby
I come from, the city of dank,
Where shoot hop, snort, and smoke crank,
anything's possible and nothin' fa sho,
High off Khadafi 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 with the bang 'cause the on there stayin'

[First (Baby Beesh):]
of you G's can't help it,
We love our green like the Boston Celtics,
They felt it 'cause every saucy Chicano's down Latino Velvet,
get it twisted, we got some more in case you missed it,
Straight from the Buh-ay, where them 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 four door caddy,
Geekin', while we tweekin' or the puporalli,
jokers what we ran with,
And them just can't stand it,
They 'cause us hispanics,
Gigantic like the nigga,
Seven seas, I'm tryin' to cop keys,
All folks with the 2-0-9's got ones for eleven G's,
So I ain't passin' Beesh all about that scrilla scratchin',
Hooked up with the Ikeman now we in Guerilla fashion,
Eighteen with a bullet, we bumpin' insane,
I'd like to praise the Mac God for me the game

[Second (Ike Man):]
Off the top, all us realas R we goin' hard,
Down we hit the bar, smokin' 'dro up in the guards,
Foreign car we send low, bout my and the dough,
For those that don't 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 ready to spit,
about my digits,
Feds want me I did it,
I done flipped it into green, 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,
and S-P-M, and that Mexican Baby Beesh,
Down to make major cash the bay to seven one tre,
That's how we do it like G's,
Makin' money these ki's,
Every block we bleeds,
to put this game on freeze

[Third (SPM):]
Cognac sipper, born to flipper,
Jugglin' hoes like my boy Tripper,
slippers, on my smoke ray Lac,
I was broke way back, down a train track,
Mary Jane sacks my ass a brain lapse,
Insane ridin' with strange cats,
Plain gats, special but do the job,
Rollin' 'round tryin' to find new to rob,
A lot of what you smoke, a lot of you snort,
Playin' crack bars seemed to be my 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' on the best actor,
blaster, I hope it hits you where it has to,
It's the S-P-M sippin' syrup mixed Shasta