Luyện nghe bài hát Switch Styles

As we get on the this evening
Ha-ha, Koopa nigga, it's Koopa nigga
Ay man styles man, stay switching styles
You know I'm tal'n 'bout, switch nigga

switching, no teams
We ain't switching baby, ha already
It's Color Click, hey Mix Tape Messiah
Let's go, let's go, let's go

I was at Strokers in ATL, and was showing Cham and sluts
My nigga Killa's Klan with us, and did sh, I can't discuss
They was bad they was yellow, they was can you handle us
Pull the door on the ceiling, 'cause I'm about to handle up

Showing up at the hotel, now is chick a fan or what
If she sipping that's a plus, but not that 'cause that's for us
Come to the hotel wondering if you stripping, that's a
Make a meal out of my nuts, and open up a can of

Controversy sells, I swear I spit a rhyme that'll
I wreck so I get respect in the digital underground, I'm Pac
Labels scheme and they plot, they telling me on the dot
I cracked a platinum and he knew, that was a sign I would not

No when the laws pull up behind, I'ma stop
Princes cuts the size of a window, wind down my watch
Pussy passenger still mad, 'cause I'm rewinding on
his work inside my lap, and said that I got the rocks

Screens fall like rain, while my trunk shaking like
[Incomprehensible], my verse sound like a
Onlookers wonder, if I'm level or humble
Till I get to bout drama, then I end a sentence with uh-uh

Back that I'm Israel, I'm Istanbul I'm thinking
Foreign cars no I'm dressing up, 'cause the only gator after Navi
Students getting out of barber school, they getting happy
All my hoes got longer hair, than 'cause of it on the Family

Sixty TV screen, I could view from the side angle
In my crib you'll get lost, it's the Bermuda Triangle
Said I'd knew you'd be a king, so Hakim is I named you
I told my mama thanks, now the king is what I claim

When it comes to this rap game nigga, for it brah
Your CD packages showing up, laughing after it's up
Think I'm playing by my pistol, I'm smacking it over ya
Shooting spiders off my rims, I got arach-a-naphobia

St. Lunatics say it's tipped, for me pimp is the drill
she tasting my testicles, see the tip of my steel
Know you getting that scrill, pulling up on whips the grill
And if slab only got fo' you know, it's missing a wheel

I'm a Texas tycoon, flat TV screens in my room
So many flakes in my paint, say I Vidal Sassoon
Fish in the tank gon' sip drank, yeah they'll be leaning by noon
And the two Brazilian beauties, come in to clean my

Won't see no damn silver spoon, my mouth just my kitchen
I'm popped up with the trunk up wreck, in words we tipping
Looked in my garage, a couple cars is missing
Let me see one two three, my bad I'm

Kinda like I'm crippling, when my paint change to blue
By the way my paint change to red, you would I'm claiming that too
Yeah, they be banging that Whoo Kid, and be banging Clue
But down in Texas the changer, ain't never from Screw

the slugs that you spittin' at me
I the slugs that you missin' at me
Seen you and you getting at me
Man the game is getting crappy
ATL with Kill, Status Quo and that Lil' Scrappy
I don't wear no throwbacks, 'cause the trend is really getting

Commercial won't hurt you, 'cause that's gon' get you mo'
But that cash on security, 'cause we gon' whip your ass
Music slower than a running turtle, tell you what sip in my circle
Samuel Jackson, Goldberg, Oprah Winfrey the color purple

Ha-ha, that was a one
That was a one, ha-ha

I told you you don't want problems, you didn't it
Go get a bodyguard, 'cause gonna need it
We're gonna you, worse than Osama
Get it in your head, nigga I tried to ya

All these boys acting like, be getting do'
But you can't hide the truth, a real baller gon'
All these boys acting like, they really hoes
But you can't hide the truth, a real nigga know
All these boys acting like, can call a stone
break these boys off, and let 'em know we got it sowed

Mix Tape, Tape, Mi-Mix Tape Messiah
Mix Tape, Mi-Mix Tape, Mi-Mix Tape
Mix Tape, Mi-Mix Tape, Mi-Mix Tape
Hey I'm fins to do my thang, hey I'm repping Change
Hey we fins to do our thang, hey I'm repping Color

We gon' slap box, as we done
That was no test, let's see who gets the most hits to the head
I'ma slap the shit out you watch, wish a would
Let the motherfucker touch me, I'm gon' the shit out of him
I ain't no punk, nigga you better get that, aah hold up
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