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 as driving calm in this Bugatti
I'm bad,
I'm
I the purp',
Don't with me 'cause right now I'm higher than Captain Kirk,
I I be the sickest nigga, you can ask the nurse
And if you throw it in the bag, I bet I'll her purse
OK I spazz, I
You last, I'm
I'm on yo' ass, like
Behind that cash, get
I'm talkin' big shit nigga, my hit list nigga
What's the Check ur bladder I'm the shit piss nigga
Shoot the witness,
Hold court in the
And convict this
Old dickless
Man im runnin' the blucka
Money muthafucka
You we won't do our thang..
ain't it sunny in the summer?
And we coming for the
And among us
And you know Imma my ass until my crew very humongous
I said T.I. ya head
And Mack hold ya
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 don't take no
Take the brain off the whip now it don't make no
Stunt on these bitches I ain't promised tomorrow
Not they kicking it with me like no mo' garciaparra
Flute rollin' killer plants, the tool shop of horror
And we roll them bitches thick, make 'em look like
Man I'm too much for niggas, and three much for these hoes
Whe World is in my hands, and I keep my hands

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

Walk around im thirty feet tall
Tiger Woods all these tryna birdy these balls
In the Porche 911 emergency calls
Man i be chillin', I'm cool like Lou Rawls
Young in the building, I'm puttin' up new walls
Nigga take your Mrs. Officer and set new laws
My flow is like two logs
Young Moula we the new 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 beat up like Sonny
Red bone do me good, her friend or sista
I mean her bitch, she met her best friend or sister
I leave that pussy Microsoft like Vista
toochie, pop that coochie for a goon, hoe
Bullet in your boy memory, now you act like you know
Eastside who i do it fo', Street right by the store
Katrina wiped the city out but couldn't fuck wit Holly
Lost some real niggas I knew from a time ago
But Heaven or Hell, I'm hopin' that be where Imma go
Take a gale and make her come give me a private show
Still hair, don't care, like a Navajo
I'm the hardest shit go in your ass and
I smash this verse, so I and surf
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