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 as driving calm in this Bugatti
I'm bad,
I'm
I the purp',
fuck 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 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, my hit list nigga
What's the matter? Check ur bladder I'm the shit piss
Shoot the witness,
Hold in the streets
And convict nigga
Old dickless
Man im with the blucka
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 Imma bust my ass until my crew very humongous
I said T.I. hold ya
And hold ya head
I could 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 don't take no
Take the brain off the whip now it don't make no
Stunt hard on bitches I ain't promised tomorrow
Not when they kicking it with me like no mo'
rollin' killer plants, like the tool shop of horror
And we them bitches thick, make 'em look like Toccara
Man I'm too much for these niggas, and three for these hoes
Whe World is in my hands, and I keep my hands

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

Walk like im thirty feet tall
Tiger Woods all hoes tryna birdy these balls
In the 911 like emergency calls
Man i just be chillin', I'm cool like Lou
Young in the building, I'm puttin' up new walls
Nigga take Mrs. Officer and set some new laws
My flow is rubbin' two logs
Young Moula we the new and new draws
Now get off my dick, I ain't fucking
Watch me shoot to the bank, I'm a pistol
Weezy beat the beat up like Liston
Red do me good, then her friend or sista
I mean her bitch, she never met her friend or sister
I leave that pussy Microsoft Windows Vista
Young toochie, pop that for a goon, hoe
Bullet in boy memory, now you act like you don't know
Eastside who i do it fo', Street right by the store
Katrina wiped the city out but couldn't wit Holly Grove
Lost some real niggas I knew from a time ago
But Heaven or Hell, I'm hopin' that they be Imma go
Take a nigga gale and make her give me a private show
Still long hair, don't care, like a
I'm the hardest shit go in ass and search
I smash verse, so I swag and surf
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