Luyện nghe bài hát City of the Swang

[X2 - second screwed]
[Bun B:] of the swang, swang
Pop your and bang, bang
[Slim Thug:] City of the swang,
Pop trunk 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, mayne the land of the
is Candy Paint County (county), I'm known as the game
Where them on bang (bang), the candy paint drip (drip)
The knock and bang and the grain gettin gripped
You come down here on the trip - don't let the wrong words
them heaters on they hip will leave your Levi's ripped
This is H-Town baby (man), the rockets, the
And the so you hoes best not come down here flexin (down here flexin)
Boys think we on some country 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 monkey - we can go and it funky
the 5th ward, 4th ward, acres to the tray
to the West, all the way to BA (hey)
The sixteen slidin, flippin (flippin)
Forty-five flossin and nineteen in the

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

[Mike Jones talking over section]

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

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

I'm from 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
Don't let me catch you slippin when you in the lane

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

[Slim
Thugger motherfucker!}
I'm from the city of the swang, grippers and the sippers
Candy slab choppin boys like clippers
Gotta represent my so I'm ridin top down (top down)
With the trunk in the air showin off my
H-Town niggas roll on the board
I be up in hood and drive all in your yard (what?)
Blue boy boss reppin 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 stairs swangin slow with the low (yeah)
makers on the greens point back to the fo' (what's up)
5th Ward got my back, you already know (you know)
South West, no ain't got plexed (what's up West?)
H-Town till they put me to rest
I'm from the city of the swang (swang), pop and bang (bang)
Don't let me catch you when you in the turnin lane mayne

City of the 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 slippin when you in the lane, lane

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