Luyện nghe bài hát Switch Styles

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

Paint switching, no
We switching teams baby, ha already
It's Color Changin' Click, hey Mix Tape
Let's go, go, let's go yeah

I was at Strokers in ATL, and they was showing Cham and
My nigga Killa's Klan with us, and did some sh, I discuss
They was bad they was yellow, they was can you handle us
Pull the door knob on the ceiling, I'm about to handle up

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

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

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

Screens like rain, while my trunk shaking like thunder
[Incomprehensible], my verse sound a mumble
Onlookers wonder, if I'm level headed or
Till I get to speaking bout drama, then I end a sentence with

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

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

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

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

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

see no damn silver spoon, inside my mouth just my kitchen
I'm popped up with the trunk up wreck, in other words we
Looked in my garage, a couple cars is missing
Let me see one two three, my bad I'm

Kinda look like I'm crippling, when my paint to blue
By the way my paint change to red, you would I'm claiming that too
Yeah, they be banging Whoo Kid, and be banging that Clue
But down in Texas the changer, ain't changing from Screw

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

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

Ha-ha, was a good one
was a good one, ha-ha

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

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

Mix Tape, Mi-Mix Tape, Mi-Mix Tape
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 Color Change

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