Luyện nghe bài hát City of the Swang

[X2 - time screwed]
B:] City of the swang, swang
Pop trunk and bang, bang
[Slim Thug:] City of the swang,
Pop your and bang
[Bun B:] City, city, 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 the city 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 (bang), the candy paint (drip)
The knock and bang and the grain gettin gripped
You come down on the trip - don't let the wrong words slip
Cause them heaters on they hip leave your Levi's ripped
is H-Town baby (man), the rockets, the Texans
And the strobes so you hoes best not come down here (down here flexin)
think we on some country Alabama shit (bama shit)
Till hammer spit 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)
Forty-five and nineteen tippin in the

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

[Mike talking over screwed section]

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

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

I'm from the city of the swang,
Pop your trunk and bang,
of the swang, swang
Pop your trunk and bang,
of the swang, swang
Pop trunk and bang, bang
let me catch you slippin when you in the turnin lane

I'm the city 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
let me catch you slippin you in the turnin lane, turnin lane

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

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