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, with my cousin

Mister S-P

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

One time for that

Beesh]
Ikeman my boy, representin' that 7-1-3 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,
anything's possible and nothin' fa sho,
High off mixed with blow

Well I from, the city of drank,
Where niggas drop tar, ride and paint,
the grain, switch the lane,
Swingin' on thangs,
Got the with the bang 'cause the South on there stayin'

Verse (Baby Beesh):]
Some of you G's help it,
We love our money like the Boston 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,
Straight the Buh-ay, where them niggas keep it playeristic,
Now hour, a coward is devoured,
Some perkin', off the powder, some slangin' go flowers,
Smokin' cavys in the Navi, or the door fleetwood caddy,
Geekin', we tweekin' or smellin' the puporalli,
Valley jokers we ran with,
And haters just can't stand it,
They 'cause us hispanics,
Gigantic like the nigga,
Seven seas, I'm to cop seven keys,
All folks the 2-0-9's got whole ones for eleven G's,
So I passin' Baby Beesh all about that scrilla scratchin',
Hooked up with the Ikeman now we robbin' in 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 realas R we goin' hard,
Down South we hit the bar, smokin' up in the guards,
Foreign car we send low, bout my and the dough,
For that 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 to make '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 into green, my cousin' lil' beam,
We be up the scene with our mugs on mean,
7-1-3, we coldest, from the they can't hold us,
Got the bricks, got the boulders, let the know it's over,
I-K-E and S-P-M, and that Mexican Beesh,
Down to make major from the bay to seven one tre,
That's how we do it like G's,
Makin' from these ki's,
Every we touch bleeds,
to put this game on freeze

[Third (SPM):]
Cognac sipper, born to flipper,
hoes like my boy Jack Tripper,
Glass slippers, on my ray Lac,
I was way back, walkin' down a train track,
Mary sacks gave my ass a brain lapse,
Insane raps ridin' strange cats,
Plain gats, nothin' but do the job,
'round tryin' to find someone new to rob,
A lot of what you smoke, a lot of you snort,
Playin' crack bars to be my favorite sport,
My dance floor was the hot corner store,
Beat 'em down, hol' 'em up, that boy want 'em no more,
cracker, neck snapper, don't make the Mex act a,
Muthafuckin' on the best actor,
Lead blaster, I it hits you where it has to,
It's the S-P-M sippin' syrup mixed with