Luyện nghe bài hát City Of Dank

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

Mister S-P

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

One time for that

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

[Chorus (Baby & Ikeman):]
[Baby
Where I come from, the 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, ride and paint,
the grain, switch the lane,
Swingin' on thangs,
Got the trunk the bang 'cause the South on there stayin'

[First (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,
Don't get it twisted, we got more in case you missed it,
Straight from the Buh-ay, where them niggas it playeristic,
Now hour, a coward is devoured,
Some perkin', off the powder, some go mental flowers,
Smokin' cavys in the Navi, or the four fleetwood caddy,
Geekin', while we or smellin' the puporalli,
Valley jokers we ran with,
And them haters just stand it,
They '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 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 we hit the bar, smokin' 'dro up in the guards,
Foreign car we low, bout my fetty and the dough,
For those that don't know it's three and a 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,
about my digits,
Feds want me I did it,
I done flipped it into green, with my cousin' beam,
We be hoggin' up the with our mugs on mean,
7-1-3, we coldest, from the jump can't hold us,
Got the bricks, got the boulders, let the World know over,
I-K-E and S-P-M, and that Baby Beesh,
to make major cash from 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 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 gave my ass a brain lapse,
Insane raps ridin' with cats,
gats, nothin' special 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 floor was the hot corner store,
'em down, hol' 'em up, that boy don't want 'em no more,
Chest cracker, snapper, don't make the Mex act a,
Muthafuckin' fool on the actor,
blaster, I hope it hits you where it has to,
It's the S-P-M sippin' syrup mixed with