Luyện nghe bài hát City of the Swang

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

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

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

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
let me catch you slippin when you in the turnin lane, turnin lane

[Mike Jones talking over screwed

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

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

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

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

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

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

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