Luyện nghe bài hát Swag Surfin

No Ceilings..
O-o-ok, I got this chrome on this
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 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, like
Behind cash, get murked
I'm big shit nigga, join my hit list nigga
What's the matter? Check ur bladder I'm the piss nigga
the witness, nigga
Hold court in the
And convict nigga
Old dickless
Man im runnin' the blucka
Young Money
You think we do our thang..
ain't it sunny in the summer?
And we for the comers
And whoever us
And you know bust my ass until my crew very humongous
I said T.I. hold ya
And Mack ya head
Wish I but I can't say some other 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 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 these bitches I promised tomorrow
Not when they it with me like no mo' garciaparra
rollin' killer plants, like the tool shop of horror
And we roll them bitches thick, make 'em like Toccara
Man I'm too for these niggas, and three much for these hoes
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 you heard Obama
And I live on an island, Atlantic in my
I just tell my pilot to it in my backyard
Quarter back gun, you don't get any sack yards
Bitch I ball hard, breakin' all the boards
Pretty boy Floyd up I will crack yours
And even at the White we pull up at the back doors

Walk around im thirty feet tall
Tiger all these hoes tryna birdy these balls
In the Porche 911 like emergency
Man i be chillin', I'm cool like Lou Rawls
Money 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 ain't fucking
Watch me to the bank, I'm a money pistol
Weezy beat the beat up like Sonny
Red bone do me good, then her friend or
I mean her bitch, she never met her best or sister
I leave that pussy like Windows Vista
Young toochie, pop coochie for a goon, hoe
Bullet in your boy memory, now you act like you know
who i do it fo', Eagle Street right by the store
Katrina wiped the city out but fuck wit Holly Grove
Lost some real niggas I knew a long time ago
But or Hell, I'm hopin' that they be where Imma go
Take a nigga gale and make her come me a private 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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