Luyện nghe bài hát City of the Swang

[X2 - second 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 your and bang, bang
[Mike Jones:] Don't let me you slippin when you in the turnin lane

B]
I'm from the city of the swangs, the land of the stains
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 bang and the gettin gripped
You down here on the trip - don't let the wrong words slip
Cause them heaters on they hip will leave your ripped
This is baby (man), the rockets, the Texans
And the so you hoes best not come down here flexin (down here flexin)
Boys think we on some country Alabama (bama shit)
Till that spit and you or your man are hit (hold up)
So your manners cause we packin them bananas
For you boys actin - we can go and make 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)
flossin and nineteen tippin in the

City of the swang,
Pop your trunk and 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 when you in the turnin lane, lane

City of the swang,
Pop your trunk and 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 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

Jones]
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 swayin to lane with my pinky ring glistenin
And on my set, all my cars 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 they up the doors
Now we the world know how we roll eighty-fours
and Rap-A-Lot, yeah they opened up the doors
Now we lettin the world how we roll eighty-fours
If you ever in my chillin on a Sunday night
Come to Ice Age and Mike Jones will have you right
If you ever in my city chillin on a night
Come to club Ice Age and Mike will have you right

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

I'm from the of the swang, swang
Pop trunk and bang, bang
City of the swang,
Pop trunk and bang
City, city, swang,
Pop your, pop your trunk and 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 grippers and the
Candy slab flippers choppin boys like
Gotta represent my town so I'm ridin top (top down)
With the trunk in the air showin off my
H-Town roll hard on the board
I be up in your and drive all in your yard (what?)
Blue boy still reppin that 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 swangin slow the music low (yeah)
Them makers on the greens point to the fo' (what's up)
5th Ward got my back, you know (you already know)
South West, no Thugger ain't got (what's up West?)
It's 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 mayne

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

City of the swang,
Pop trunk 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 lane, turnin lane