Luyện nghe bài hát Swag Surfin

No Ceilings..
O-o-ok, I got this chrome on Bugatti
I'm strong in this
Two V8's ain't no thing as driving calm in this Bugatti
I'm bad,
I'm
I the purp',
fuck with me 'cause right now I'm higher than Captain Kirk,
I swear I be the sickest nigga, you can ask the
And if you throw it in the bag, I bet I'll snatch her
OK I spazz, I
You last, I'm
I'm on yo' ass, dirt
Behind cash, get murked
I'm talkin' big shit nigga, my hit list nigga
What's the matter? Check ur bladder I'm the shit nigga
the witness, nigga
Hold in the streets
And convict nigga
Old dickless
Man im runnin' the blucka
Young muthafucka
You we won't do our thang..
Well ain't it in the summer?
And we coming for the
And among us
And you know Imma bust my ass my crew very humongous
I said T.I. hold ya
And Mack ya head
Wish I could but I can't say some other names of the Feds
my bloods, cold red
Man you know how we it
And if it to be the boss, oh well I guess I gotta pay it
I'm a New Orleans nigga, I don't take no
the brain off the whip now it don't make no sense
Stunt hard on these bitches I promised tomorrow
Not when they it with me like no mo' garciaparra
Flute rollin' killer plants, like the tool shop of
And we roll them bitches thick, make 'em look Toccara
Man I'm too much for these niggas, and three much for these
Whe World is in my hands, and I my hands closed

I love my mommas, they get my highest honor
Gotta take care of them kids, man I know you heard
And I live on an island, in my backyard
I just tell my to land it in my backyard
Quarter back shot gun, you don't get any yards
I ball hard, breakin' all the back boards
Pretty boy step up I will crack yours
And even at the White House we up at the back doors

Walk like im thirty feet tall
Tiger Woods all these hoes birdy these balls
In the Porche 911 emergency calls
Man i just be chillin', I'm like Lou Rawls
Young Money in the building, I'm up new walls
Nigga your Mrs. Officer and set some new laws
My flow is like rubbin' two
Young Moula we the new and new draws
Now get off my dick, I ain't witcha
Watch me shoot to the bank, I'm a pistol
Weezy the beat up like Sonny Liston
Red do me good, then her friend or sista
I her bitch, she never met her best friend or sister
I that pussy Microsoft like Windows Vista
Young toochie, pop that for a goon, hoe
Bullet in boy memory, now you act like you don't know
Eastside who i do it fo', Eagle right by the store
Katrina wiped the city out but couldn't wit Holly Grove
Lost some real niggas I knew from a time ago
But Heaven or Hell, I'm hopin' that they be Imma go
Take a nigga gale and make her give me a private show
Still hair, don't care, like a Navajo
I'm the hardest shit go in your ass and
I smash this verse, so I swag and
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