Luyện nghe bài hát City Of Dank

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

Mister S-P

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

One for that Ikie

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

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

Well I come from, the of drank,
Where drop tar, ride and drip paint,
the grain, switch the lane,
Swingin' on thangs,
Got the trunk with the '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 felt it 'cause every saucy 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 hour, a coward is devoured,
perkin', off the powder, some slangin' go mental flowers,
Smokin' cavys in the Navi, or the four door caddy,
Geekin', while we tweekin' or the puporalli,
Valley what we ran with,
And them haters just stand it,
frantic 'cause us hispanics,
Gigantic like the 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 that scrilla scratchin',
Hooked up with the Ikeman now we in Guerilla 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,
South 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 three and a quarter for the bow,
Lime green lil' apartment, kind that make you 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 me 'cause I did it,
I done it into green, with my cousin' lil' beam,
We be hoggin' up the with our mugs on mean,
7-1-3, we coldest, from the jump they hold us,
Got the bricks, got the boulders, let the World 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 some G's,
Makin' from these ki's,
Every we touch bleeds,
About to put game on freeze

[Third (SPM):]
Cognac sipper, to crack flipper,
Jugglin' hoes like my boy Tripper,
slippers, on my smoke ray Lac,
I was way back, walkin' down a train track,
Mary Jane gave my ass a brain lapse,
Insane raps ridin' strange cats,
Plain gats, nothin' but do the job,
Rollin' 'round tryin' to someone new to rob,
A lot of you smoke, a lot of what you snort,
Playin' crack bars seemed to be my sport,
My only dance was the hot corner store,
'em down, hol' 'em up, that boy don't want 'em no more,
Chest cracker, neck snapper, 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