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 styles man, stay styles
You know I'm 'bout, switch everything nigga

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

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, was saying can you handle us
Pull the knob on the ceiling, 'cause I'm about to handle up

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

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

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

fall like rain, while my trunk shaking like thunder
[Incomprehensible], my verse sound like a
Onlookers wonder, if I'm level headed or
Till I get to speaking bout drama, 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 comes after Navi
Students getting out of barber school, graduating they getting
All my hoes got longer hair, than 'cause of it on the Adams

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 you'd be a king, so Hakim is I named you
I told my mama thanks, now the king is what I fool

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

St. Lunatics say it's tipped, for me that pimp is the
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 only got fo' you know, it's missing a

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

Won't see no damn silver spoon, inside my mouth my kitchen
I'm popped up with the up wreck, in other words we tipping
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 change to blue
By the way my change to red, you would swear I'm claiming that too
Yeah, be banging that Whoo Kid, and be banging that Clue
But in Texas the changer, ain't never changing from Screw

the slugs that you spittin' at me
I mean the slugs you missin' at me
you and you ain't getting at me
Man the is really getting crappy
ATL with Kill, Status Quo and that Lil' Scrappy
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, we gon' whip your ass
Music slower than a turtle, tell you what they sip in my circle
Samuel Jackson, Whoopie Goldberg, Oprah the color purple

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

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

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

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

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