Luyện nghe bài hát City of the Swang

[X2 - time screwed]
[Bun B:] City of the swang,
Pop your and bang, bang
[Slim Thug:] of the swang, swang
Pop trunk and bang
B:] City, city, swang, swang
Pop your, pop trunk and bang, bang
[Mike Jones:] Don't let me catch you when you in the turnin lane

B]
I'm from the of the swangs, mayne the land of the stains
This is Candy County (county), I'm known as the game
Where them trunks on (bang), the candy paint drip (drip)
The trunk and bang and the grain gettin gripped
You come down here on the trip - let the wrong words slip
Cause them heaters on they hip leave your Levi's ripped
This is H-Town (man), the rockets, the Texans
And the strobes so you hoes best not come here flexin (down here flexin)
Boys think we on country Alabama shit (bama shit)
Till that hammer and you or your man are hit (hold up)
So watch your manners cause we packin bananas
For you boys actin - we can go and make it funky
From the 5th ward, 4th ward, acres to the
to the West, all the way to BA (hey)
The sixteen slidin, fifty-nine (flippin)
flossin and nineteen tippin in the

City of the swang,
Pop trunk and bang, bang
of the swang, swang
Pop your and bang, bang
City of the swang,
Pop your and bang, bang
Don't let me catch you slippin when you in the lane, lane

City of the swang,
Pop your and bang, bang
City of the swang,
Pop trunk and bang
City, city, swang,
Pop your, pop your and bang, bang
Don't let me catch you when you in the turnin lane, turnin lane

Jones talking over screwed section]

Corey Mo you a fool for this one
OG Bun, I see ya

Jones]
I'm the of the candy paint, city of the swang
Ice Age and team, we run the game
I got my eighty-fours tippin, wood I'm grippin
I'm swayin lane to lane with my pinky ring
And on my H-Town set, all my I wet
Me, Paul and Slim Thug made em give us our
forget about Chamillionaire, my boy Lil' Flip
It you on H-Town, (Motherfucker eat a dick)
Scarface and Rap-A-Lot, yeah they opened up the
Now we the world know how we roll eighty-fours
Scarface and Rap-A-Lot, yeah they opened up the
Now we lettin the world know how we eighty-fours
If you in my city chillin on a Sunday night
to club Ice Age and Mike Jones will have you right
If you ever in my city chillin on a night
Come to club Ice Age and Mike will have you right

I'm the city of the swang, swang
Pop your trunk and bang,
City of the swang,
Pop trunk and bang, bang
City of the swang,
Pop your trunk and bang,
Don't let me catch you slippin when you in the lane

I'm from the city of the swang,
Pop trunk and bang, bang
City of the swang,
Pop trunk and bang
City, city, swang,
Pop your, pop your and bang, bang
Don't let me catch you slippin you in the turnin lane, lane

[Slim
Thugger motherfucker!}
I'm from the city of the swang, grain grippers and the
Candy slab choppin boys like clippers
Gotta represent my town so I'm top down (top down)
With the trunk in the air off my surround
niggas roll hard on the board
I be up in your hood and drive all in your (what?)
Blue boy boss reppin that Texas (Texas)
Ain't shit changed, badge still on my (I know you see it)
You know Thugger, I'ma the game how it go (yeah)
I'm on the stairs swangin slow with the low (yeah)
Them makers on the point back to the fo' (what's up)
5th Ward got my back, you know (you already know)
South West, no ain't got plexed (what's up West?)
It's H-Town till they put me to
I'm from the of the swang (swang), pop trunk and bang (bang)
Don't let me catch you slippin you in the turnin lane mayne

City of the swang,
Pop your trunk and bang,
of the swang, swang
Pop your and bang, bang
City of the swang,
Pop your and bang, bang
Don't let me you slippin when you in the turnin lane, lane

City of the swang,
Pop trunk and bang, bang
of the swang, swang
Pop your and bang
City, city, swang,
Pop your, pop your and bang, bang
Don't let me catch you slippin when you in the turnin lane, turnin