Luyện nghe bài hát City of the Swang

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

B]
I'm from the city of the swangs, mayne the of the stains
This is Paint County (county), I'm known as the game
Where them trunks on bang (bang), the candy drip (drip)
The trunk and bang and the grain gettin gripped
You come down here on the trip - let the wrong words slip
Cause them heaters on they hip leave 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 country Alabama shit (bama shit)
Till hammer spit and you or your man are hit (hold up)
So watch manners cause we packin them bananas
For you boys monkey - 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 slidin, fifty-nine flippin (flippin)
Forty-five flossin and nineteen in the

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

[Mike talking 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, of the swang
Ice Age and team, we run the game
I got my eighty-fours tippin, wood I'm grippin
I'm swayin lane to with my pinky ring glistenin
And on my set, all my cars I wet
Me, Paul and Slim Thug made em us our respect
Can't forget 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 know how we 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 in my city chillin on a Sunday night
to club Ice Age and Mike Jones will have you right

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

I'm from the of the swang, swang
Pop your trunk and 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 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 choppin boys like
Gotta my town 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 your hood and drive all in yard (what?)
Blue boy boss still reppin 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)
makers on the greens point back to the fo' (what's up)
5th Ward got my back, you know (you already know)
West, no Thugger ain't 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 turnin lane

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