Luyện nghe bài hát Swag Surfin

No Ceilings..
O-o-ok, I got chrome on this Bugatti
I'm in this Bugatti
Two V8's ain't no such thing as driving in this Bugatti
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 nigga, you can ask the nurse
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, like
that cash, get murked
I'm talkin' big shit nigga, my hit list nigga
What's the matter? Check ur bladder I'm the shit piss
the witness, nigga
Hold court in the
And convict this
Old dickless
Man im with the blucka
Money muthafucka
You we won't do our thang..
Well ain't it in the summer?
And we for the comers
And among us
And you know Imma bust my ass until my crew humongous
I said T.I. hold ya
And hold ya head
Wish I could but I can't say some other 'cause of the Feds
my bloods, cold red
Man you how we play it
And if it to be the boss, oh well I guess I gotta pay it
I'm a New nigga, I don't take no shit
Take the off the whip now it don't make 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 shop of horror
And we roll them bitches thick, 'em look like Toccara
Man I'm too much for these niggas, and much for these hoes
Whe World is in my hands, and I keep my closed

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

around like im thirty feet tall
Tiger Woods all these hoes tryna birdy balls
In the Porche 911 like calls
Man i just be chillin', I'm cool Lou Rawls
Young Money in the building, I'm up new walls
Nigga take your Mrs. Officer and set some new
My flow is rubbin' two logs
Moula we the new shit and new draws
Now get off my dick, I ain't witcha
me shoot to the bank, I'm a money pistol
Weezy beat the up like Sonny Liston
Red bone do me good, her friend or sista
I mean her bitch, she never met her friend or sister
I leave pussy Microsoft like Windows Vista
toochie, pop that coochie for a goon, hoe
Bullet in your boy memory, now you act you don't know
Eastside who i do it fo', Eagle Street right by the
Katrina wiped the city out but couldn't wit Holly Grove
Lost some real I knew from a long time ago
But Heaven or Hell, I'm hopin' that 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 this verse, so I and surf
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