Luyện nghe bài hát City To City

"Where we at?"
"Ft. Lauderdale... one of the seediest in the country. It's gross. Sex shops galore."
"You it?"
"I feel at home."

Hey, to city
Hey, one shot (one shot tonight, y'all)
Hey, to city
Hey, one shot

(Toothpick)

And I stop I couldn't go
Feet are deep, go pop when I da flow
I'd roll with my sock cause I slide
Lie in the back with the top down
Relax any that I might go
Tight flow, and leave with the right ho
down when it come to the quick draw
Act out, cut rhymes like a
Big dog line up on the front
Insane, weed in the daytime
mine, waste time in the bus back
Roll up a philly and a dub sack
Know this cat got a attitude
Show up, how I do what I do
And all for the love of the game, see?
I stand and this shit don't change me.

Time zones, area codes, and
and microphones
And ain't enough free petrone
To a motel feel like home
When you got

I stop when I'm in demand
I go x-out, AWOL, and again
We stuck to the plan
I up from a mixed up kid
To up kid with a van

Banned in several
Pissed off dad's in several
off fans on the Net
Talking shit we changed
But never show their

And if you want out, lookee, now is your
Otherwise put that little finger back in your
'Cause we ain't gonna stop. I know I am:
Putting on this fucking van
on

The rubber hit the
The kid was crowned
I'm at the shit
That's of me now

I got my high
higher
Flipping off the
Before I in the fire

I got a hand in my
full of arrest; stop to get comfortable
I with the sunrise, blue skies,
A of sunglasses, and bloodshot eyes

been to the Roseland and the truth
I'm even playin' in your living room
I trashed all your treasures, drank mom's gin,
your girlfriend, and I'll do it again.