Luyện nghe bài hát Swag Surfin

No Ceilings..
O-o-ok, I got this chrome on this
I'm in this Bugatti
Two V8's ain't no such thing as driving calm in this
I'm bad,
I'm
I the purp',
Don't fuck with me 'cause right now I'm higher 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 that cash, get
I'm talkin' big shit nigga, join my hit nigga
What's the matter? Check ur bladder I'm the piss nigga
the witness, nigga
Hold court in the
And this nigga
Old nigga
Man im runnin' the blucka
Money 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 until my very humongous
I said T.I. ya head
And hold ya head
Wish I but I can't say some other names 'cause of the Feds
Until my bloods, red
Man you how we play it
And if it cost to be the boss, oh well I guess I pay it
I'm a New Orleans nigga, I take no shit
Take the brain off the whip now it don't no sense
Stunt hard on bitches I ain't promised tomorrow
Not when they it with me like no mo' garciaparra
Flute rollin' killer plants, like the tool shop of
And we roll bitches thick, make 'em look like 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 baby mommas, 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 pilot to it in my backyard
Quarter back gun, you don't get any sack yards
I ball hard, breakin' all the back boards
Pretty boy Floyd step up I will crack
And even at the House we pull up at the back doors

Walk around im thirty feet tall
Tiger Woods all these hoes tryna birdy balls
In the Porche 911 like emergency
Man i just be chillin', I'm like Lou Rawls
Young in the building, I'm puttin' up new walls
Nigga take your Mrs. Officer and set some new
My is like rubbin' two logs
Young Moula we the new and new draws
Now get off my dick, I ain't fucking
me shoot to the bank, I'm a money pistol
Weezy beat the up like Sonny Liston
Red bone do me good, then her friend or
I mean her bitch, she never met her best friend or
I leave that pussy Microsoft like Windows
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 right by the store
Katrina wiped the city out but couldn't fuck wit Grove
Lost some real niggas I from a long time ago
But Heaven or Hell, I'm hopin' they be where Imma go
Take a nigga gale and make her come me a private show
Still long hair, care, like a Navajo
I'm the hardest shit go in ass and search
I smash verse, so I swag and surf
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