Luyện nghe bài hát Swag Surfin

No Ceilings..
O-o-ok, I got chrome on this Bugatti
I'm strong in this
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 higher than Kirk,
I swear I be the sickest nigga, you can ask the
And if you it in the bag, I bet I'll snatch her purse
OK I spazz, I
You last, I'm
I'm on yo' ass, dirt
that cash, get murked
I'm talkin' big shit nigga, join my hit list
the matter? Check ur bladder I'm the shit piss nigga
Shoot the witness,
Hold in the streets
And this nigga
Old dickless
Man im runnin' with the
Money muthafucka
You think we do our thang..
Well ain't it in the summer?
And we coming for the
And among us
And you know bust my ass until my crew very humongous
I said T.I. ya head
And hold ya head
Wish I could but I can't say some other names of the Feds
Until my bloods, 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 take no shit
Take the brain off the whip now it 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 like
Man I'm too much for these niggas, and much for these hoes
Whe is in my hands, and I keep my hands closed

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

Walk around like im thirty feet
Woods all these hoes tryna birdy these balls
In the Porche 911 like calls
Man i be chillin', I'm cool like Lou Rawls
Young Money in the building, I'm puttin' up new
Nigga take your Mrs. Officer and set new laws
My is like rubbin' two logs
Young Moula we the new shit and new
Now get off my dick, I ain't fucking
Watch me shoot to the bank, I'm a money
Weezy beat the beat up like Liston
Red bone do me good, then her friend or
I mean her bitch, she never met her friend or sister
I leave that pussy like 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 right by the store
wiped the city out but couldn't fuck wit Holly 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 her come give me a private show
long hair, don't care, like a Navajo
I'm the hardest go in your ass and search
I smash verse, so I swag and surf
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