Luyện nghe bài hát Switch Styles

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

Paint switching, no
We switching teams 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 showing Cham and
My Killa's Klan with us, and did some sh, I can't discuss
They was bad they was yellow, they was can you handle us
the door knob 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 Crys' 'cause for us
Come to the hotel wondering if you stripping, that's a
Make a out of my nuts, and open up a can of suck

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

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

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

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

Sixty inch TV screen, I could from the side angle
In my crib you'll get lost, it's like the Bermuda
Said I'd knew be a king, so Hakim is what I named you
I told my thanks, now the king is what 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 spiders off my rims, like I got

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 with the grill
And if that slab only got fo' you know, it's a wheel

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

Won't see no damn silver spoon, inside my just my kitchen
I'm popped up with the trunk up wreck, in other we tipping
in my garage, noticed a couple 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 paint change to red, you would swear I'm that too
Yeah, they be banging that Whoo Kid, and be that Clue
But down in Texas the changer, ain't never from Screw

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

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

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

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

All these acting like, they be getting do'
But you hide the truth, a real baller gon' 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 break these off, and let 'em know we got it sowed

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

We slap box, soon 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 nigga
Let the motherfucker me, I'm gon' smack the shit out of him
I no fucking punk, nigga you better get that, aah hold up
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