Luyện nghe bài hát City of the Swang

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

B]
I'm the city of the swangs, mayne the land of the stains
This is Candy Paint County (county), I'm as the game
Where them trunks on bang (bang), the candy drip (drip)
The trunk knock and bang and the grain gripped
You come here on the trip - don't let the wrong words slip
Cause them heaters on hip will leave your Levi's ripped
This is baby (man), the rockets, the Texans
And the strobes so you hoes best not come here flexin (down here flexin)
Boys think we on some country shit (bama shit)
Till that spit 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, to the tray
to the West, all the way to BA (hey)
The sixteen slidin, flippin (flippin)
flossin and nineteen tippin in the

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

City of the 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 slippin when you in the turnin lane, 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 candy paint, city of the
Ice Age and team, we run the game
I got my eighty-fours tippin, wood grain I'm
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 give us our
Can't forget about Chamillionaire, my boy Lil'
It you on H-Town, (Motherfucker eat a dick)
and Rap-A-Lot, yeah they opened up the doors
Now we lettin the know how we roll eighty-fours
Scarface and Rap-A-Lot, yeah they opened up the
Now we lettin the world how we roll eighty-fours
If you ever in my city chillin on a Sunday
Come to club Ice Age and Mike Jones will you right
If you ever in my city chillin on a night
Come to club Ice Age and Mike Jones will have you

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

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

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

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