Luyện nghe bài hát City Of Dank

[Baby
It's your boy, beesherelli mane,
La clika,
Representin' that yay dogg,
Down South mane, Houston, Texas mane, 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 for that Ikie

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

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

Well I come from, the of drank,
Where niggas drop tar, 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 love our green like the Boston Celtics,
They felt it 'cause saucy Chicano's down with Latino Velvet,
get it twisted, we got some more in case you missed it,
Straight from the Buh-ay, where niggas keep it playeristic,
Now hour, a coward is devoured,
perkin', off the powder, some slangin' 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 to cop seven keys,
All with the 2-0-9's got whole ones 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 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 double R we goin' hard,
Down South we hit the bar, smokin' up in the guards,
car we send low, bout my fetty and the dough,
For those that don't know 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 ready to spit,
I-K-E my digits,
Feds want me I did it,
I done flipped it green, with my cousin' lil' beam,
We be up the scene with our mugs on mean,
7-1-3, we coldest, from the jump they can't 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 make major cash the bay to seven one tre,
That's how we do it some G's,
Makin' money these ki's,
block we touch bleeds,
About to put this on freeze

[Third (SPM):]
sipper, born to crack flipper,
Jugglin' like my boy Jack Tripper,
slippers, on my smoke ray Lac,
I was broke way back, walkin' down a track,
Mary sacks gave my ass a brain lapse,
Insane ridin' with strange cats,
Plain gats, nothin' but do the job,
Rollin' 'round tryin' to someone 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 was the hot corner store,
Beat 'em down, 'em up, that boy don't want 'em no more,
Chest cracker, neck snapper, make the Mex act a,
Muthafuckin' fool on the actor,
Lead blaster, I hope it hits you it has to,
It's the sippin' syrup mixed with Shasta