Luyện nghe bài hát Switch Styles

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

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

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

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

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

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

Screens fall like rain, while my trunk 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 uh-uh

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

inch TV screen, I could view from the side angle
In my crib you'll get lost, it's like the Triangle
Said I'd knew 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 showing up, laughing after it's up
I'm playing by my pistol, until 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 that slab got fo' you know, it's missing a wheel

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

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

Kinda look like I'm crippling, my paint change to blue
By the way my change to red, you would swear I'm claiming that too
Yeah, they be banging Whoo Kid, and be banging that Clue
But down in Texas the changer, never changing from Screw

Seen the slugs that you at me
I mean the slugs that you at me
you and you ain't getting at me
Man the game is really getting
ATL with Killa Kill, Quo and that Lil' Scrappy
I wear no throwbacks, 'cause 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 whip your ass
Music slower than a running turtle, tell you they sip in my circle
Samuel Jackson, Whoopie Goldberg, Winfrey the color purple

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

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

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

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

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