Luyện nghe bài hát City of the Swang

[X2 - second time
[Bun B:] City of the swang,
Pop trunk and bang, bang
Thug:] City of the swang, swang
Pop your and bang
[Bun B:] City, city, swang,
Pop your, pop trunk and bang, bang
[Mike Jones:] let me catch you slippin when you in the turnin lane

B]
I'm from the city of the swangs, the land of the stains
This is Candy Paint County (county), I'm known as the
them trunks on bang (bang), the candy paint drip (drip)
The trunk knock and bang and the grain gettin
You come down on the trip - don't let the wrong words slip
Cause them heaters on they hip will leave your ripped
is H-Town baby (man), the rockets, the Texans
And the strobes so you best not come down here flexin (down here flexin)
Boys we on some country Alabama shit (bama shit)
Till that hammer and you or your man are hit (hold up)
So watch your manners we packin them 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 trunk and bang, bang
of the swang, swang
Pop your trunk and bang,
Don't let me catch you slippin you in the turnin lane, lane

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

[Mike Jones over screwed section]

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

[Mike
I'm the city of the paint, city of the swang
Ice Age and team, yeah we run the
I got my eighty-fours tippin, wood I'm grippin
I'm swayin lane to lane with my ring glistenin
And on my H-Town set, all my I wet
Me, Paul and Slim Thug made em us our respect
Can't about Chamillionaire, my boy Lil' Flip
It you on H-Town, (Motherfucker eat a dick)
Scarface and Rap-A-Lot, yeah they up the doors
Now we lettin the world know how we eighty-fours
Scarface and Rap-A-Lot, yeah they up the doors
Now we lettin the know how we roll eighty-fours
If you ever in my city chillin on a night
Come to club Ice Age and Jones will have you right
If you ever in my chillin on a Sunday night
Come to club Ice Age and Jones will have you right

I'm from the city of the swang,
Pop trunk and bang, bang
City of the 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

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

Thug]
{Slim motherfucker!}
I'm from the city of the swang, grain grippers and the
slab flippers choppin boys like clippers
Gotta represent my town so I'm ridin top (top down)
With the trunk in the air showin off my
niggas roll hard on the board
I be up in your hood and all in your yard (what?)
Blue boy boss still reppin that (Texas)
Ain't changed, badge still on my necklace (I know you see it)
You know Thugger, I'ma spit the how it go (yeah)
I'm on the stairs swangin with the music low (yeah)
Them on the greens point back to the fo' (what's up)
5th Ward got my back, you already (you already know)
South West, no Thugger 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 when you in the turnin lane

of the swang, swang
Pop trunk and bang, bang
of the swang, swang
Pop trunk and bang, bang
of the swang, swang
Pop trunk and bang, bang
let me catch you slippin when you in the turnin lane, lane

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