Luyện nghe bài hát City Of Dank

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

Mister S-P

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

One for that Ikie

Beesh]
Ikeman my boy, representin' that clique mane,
Houston, mane,
We fixin' to show you how we get down mane, it out

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

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 South on there

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 you missed it,
from the Buh-ay, where them niggas keep it playeristic,
Now every hour, a is devoured,
Some perkin', off the powder, some go mental flowers,
Smokin' cavys in the Navi, or the four 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,
Seven seas, I'm tryin' to cop keys,
All with the 2-0-9's got whole ones for eleven G's,
So I ain't passin' Baby Beesh all about that scratchin',
Hooked up with the now we robbin' in Guerilla fashion,
Eighteen with a bullet, we bumpin' insane,
I'd like to the Mac God for showin' me the game

[Second (Ike Man):]
Off the top, all us realas double R we hard,
Down South we hit the bar, 'dro up in the guards,
Foreign car we low, bout my fetty and the dough,
For those that know it's three and a quarter for the bow,
green lil' apartment, kind that make you wanna 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 me 'cause I did it,
I done flipped it into green, with my lil' beam,
We be hoggin' up the with our mugs on mean,
7-1-3, we coldest, the jump 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 Mexican Baby Beesh,
Down to make major cash the bay to seven one tre,
That's how we do it some G's,
Makin' money from ki's,
Every block we bleeds,
About to put this game on

[Third (SPM):]
Cognac sipper, to crack flipper,
Jugglin' hoes like my boy Tripper,
Glass slippers, on my ray Lac,
I was broke way back, walkin' down a track,
Mary Jane sacks my ass a brain lapse,
Insane raps with strange 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,
crack bars seemed to be my favorite sport,
My only dance was the hot corner store,
Beat 'em down, hol' 'em up, that boy don't 'em no more,
cracker, neck snapper, don't make the Mex act a,
Muthafuckin' fool on the actor,
Lead blaster, I hope it hits you it has to,
It's the S-P-M sippin' mixed with Shasta