Luyện nghe bài hát City Of Dank

[Baby
It's boy, Baby beesherelli mane,
La clika,
that yay area dogg,
Down mane, Houston, Texas mane, with my smokin' cousin

Mister S-P

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

One for that Ikie

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

(Baby Beesh & Ikeman):]
[Baby
Where I come from, the of dank,
Where niggas shoot hop, snort, and crank,
Where anything's possible and 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 bang 'cause the South on stayin'

Verse (Baby Beesh):]
Some of you G's help it,
We love our money green like the Celtics,
felt it 'cause every saucy Chicano's down with Latino Velvet,
Don't get it twisted, we got some more in 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' in the Navi, or the four door fleetwood caddy,
Geekin', while we or smellin' the puporalli,
Valley what we ran with,
And them haters can't stand it,
They 'cause us hispanics,
like the Titanic nigga,
Seven seas, I'm to cop seven keys,
All folks with the got whole ones for eleven G's,
So I ain't passin' Baby all about that scrilla scratchin',
Hooked up the Ikeman now we robbin' in Guerilla fashion,
Eighteen with a bullet, we 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 we hit the bar, smokin' 'dro up in the guards,
Foreign car we send low, my fetty and the dough,
For those that 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 time to 'em blind,
I'm on the to go and get,
I got my ready to spit,
about my digits,
Feds me 'cause I did it,
I done flipped it green, with my cousin' lil' beam,
We be hoggin' up the scene with our on mean,
7-1-3, we coldest, the jump they can't 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 cash from the bay to seven one tre,
That's how we do it like G's,
money from these ki's,
Every block we bleeds,
About to put game on freeze

[Third (SPM):]
sipper, born to crack flipper,
Jugglin' hoes my boy Jack Tripper,
Glass slippers, on my ray Lac,
I was broke way back, walkin' a train track,
Mary Jane sacks my ass a brain lapse,
Insane raps with strange cats,
Plain gats, nothin' but do the job,
Rollin' 'round to find someone new to rob,
A lot of what you smoke, a lot of you snort,
crack bars seemed to be my favorite sport,
My dance 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 hope it hits you it has to,
It's the S-P-M sippin' syrup mixed Shasta