Luyện nghe bài hát Swag Surfin

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

I love my baby mommas, they get my honor
take care of them kids, man I know you heard Obama
And I on an island, Atlantic in my backyard
I just tell my to land it in my backyard
Quarter back shot gun, you don't get any sack
Bitch I ball hard, breakin' all the back
Pretty boy Floyd step up I crack yours
And even at the White we pull up at the back doors

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