Luyện nghe bài hát City Of Dank

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

Mister S-P

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

One time for Ikie

Beesh]
Ikeman my boy, representin' that 7-1-3 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 possible and nothin' fa sho,
High off Khadafi with blow

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

Verse (Baby Beesh):]
Some of you G's help it,
We love our money green the Boston Celtics,
They felt it 'cause saucy Chicano's down with Latino Velvet,
Don't get it twisted, we got more 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, slangin' go mental flowers,
Smokin' cavys in the Navi, or the four fleetwood caddy,
Geekin', while we or smellin' the puporalli,
jokers what we ran with,
And them haters can't stand it,
frantic 'cause us hispanics,
Gigantic like the nigga,
Seven seas, I'm to cop seven keys,
All folks with the 2-0-9's got ones for eleven G's,
So I ain't passin' Baby all about that scrilla scratchin',
Hooked up with the Ikeman now we robbin' in fashion,
with a bullet, we bumpin' totally 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, 'dro up in the guards,
car we send low, bout my fetty and the dough,
For that don't know it's three and a quarter for the bow,
Lime green lil' apartment, 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,
Feds want me 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 jump they hold us,
Got the bricks, got the boulders, let the World know over,
I-K-E and S-P-M, and that Mexican Beesh,
Down to major cash from the bay to seven one tre,
That's how we do it some G's,
Makin' money 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' a train track,
Mary Jane sacks gave my ass a lapse,
Insane raps ridin' strange cats,
Plain gats, special but do the job,
Rollin' 'round to find someone new to rob,
A lot of what you smoke, a lot of you snort,
Playin' crack bars to be my favorite sport,
My only floor was the hot corner store,
Beat 'em down, hol' 'em up, that boy don't 'em no more,
Chest cracker, snapper, don't make the Mex act a,
Muthafuckin' fool on the actor,
Lead blaster, I it hits you where it has to,
It's the S-P-M sippin' syrup with Shasta