Luyện nghe bài hát City Of Dank

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

Mister S-P

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

One time for Ikie

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

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

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

Verse (Baby Beesh):]
Some of you G's help it,
We love our money green like the Celtics,
They it 'cause every saucy Chicano's down with Latino Velvet,
Don't get it twisted, we got some in case 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 jokers we ran with,
And them just can't stand it,
frantic 'cause us hispanics,
Gigantic like the nigga,
seas, I'm tryin' to cop seven keys,
All folks with the got whole ones for eleven G's,
So I ain't passin' Baby Beesh all that scrilla scratchin',
Hooked up with the now we robbin' in Guerilla fashion,
with a bullet, we bumpin' totally insane,
I'd like to praise the Mac God for showin' me the

[Second (Ike Man):]
Off the top, all us double R we goin' hard,
South we hit the bar, smokin' 'dro up in the guards,
Foreign car we send low, my fetty and the dough,
For those don't know it's three and a quarter for the bow,
Lime green lil' apartment, kind make you wanna rhyme,
But oh, dollar shine, it takes time to 'em blind,
I'm on the to go and get,
I got my gangsta to spit,
about my digits,
Feds me 'cause I did it,
I flipped it into 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 hold us,
Got the bricks, got the boulders, let the know it's over,
and S-P-M, and that Mexican Baby Beesh,
Down to make major from the bay to seven one tre,
That's how we do it like G's,
Makin' money these ki's,
block we touch bleeds,
About to put game on freeze

[Third (SPM):]
Cognac sipper, born to flipper,
hoes like my boy Jack Tripper,
Glass slippers, on my ray Lac,
I was broke way back, down a train track,
Mary Jane sacks gave my ass a lapse,
Insane raps ridin' with cats,
Plain gats, special but do the job,
Rollin' 'round tryin' to find new to rob,
A lot of you smoke, a lot of what you snort,
Playin' crack 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,
Chest cracker, snapper, don't make the Mex act a,
fool on the best actor,
Lead blaster, I hope it hits you it has to,
It's the S-P-M sippin' syrup mixed Shasta