Luyện nghe bài hát Trees

[Chorus: Bash & Angel Dust]
Let's it to Miami, daddy, out to Miami
Let's it out to Georgie, sugar, Atlanta, Georgia
take it out to Cali, daddy, to California
Let's take it New and meet a gang of New Yorkers
I love 'em all
In and out of the
In and out of some cars, that I, just barely
What, it be
Cash or
Mami can take picture, I to say "Trees!" (Trees!)

[Hook: Baby Bash & Dust]
Dun, guh-dun-guh-dun-gun, dun
Let's take it down to Texas, they be gettin' wreckless
dirt
Dun, guh-dun-guh-dun-gun, dun
Let's take it to Chicago, back, to
we go
Dun, guh-dun-guh-dun-gun, dun
Let's it overseas to France and Germany
On the
Dun, guh-dun-guh-dun-gun, dun
Sugar, it's on me, forget the cost be
ya thang, now

[Verse 1: Bash (Angel Dust)]
Ain't nothin' wrong with a little bit of lightweight
They want me to my name (WHO BE US!)

V-Town, all the
Take a picture ya phone number, not attached
Off to Sweden, I was leavin' them horn attacks
Somebody gets to and we all of that [laughing]
muh'fucker got jokes
On the way
To the
my folks

From the Bay, to L.A., down to Ray
Tejas, where the players don't play
To all you Hype, without a limelight
Here's a sneak
For your ass the time's right

[Repeat Chorus &

2: Pitbull]
Damn, diggy-diggy, damn,
Mami over off that chingy-chang, chang
Where you
Cali, do the damn thang
I'm a take ya to
Where they it down, mayne
Forget crackin', screw and chop it, to make a
Miami, Atlanta, the land of the
Where they used to pump bass to keep the crunk
Now we get crunk when the bass (What?)
They ain't ready for what's about to
?? put it down with Dominicans in
Dite, que
I got the on lock
From Puerto Rico to Cuba, this is somethin' can't stop (Como!)