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 this
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 sickest nigga, you can ask the
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
that cash, get murked
I'm talkin' big shit nigga, my hit list nigga
the matter? Check ur bladder I'm the shit piss nigga
Shoot the witness,
court in the streets
And this nigga
Old nigga
Man im with the blucka
Young muthafucka
You we won't do our thang..
Well ain't it sunny in the
And we for the comers
And whoever us
And you know Imma bust my ass until my crew humongous
I said T.I. hold ya
And Mack ya head
I could but I can't say some other names 'cause of the Feds
my bloods, cold red
Man you how we play it
And if it cost to be the boss, oh I guess I gotta pay it
I'm a New Orleans nigga, I take no shit
the brain off the whip now it don't make no sense
Stunt hard on these bitches I ain't tomorrow
Not when they kicking it with me like no mo'
Flute rollin' killer plants, like the tool shop of
And we roll them bitches thick, make 'em look Toccara
Man I'm too much for these niggas, and three much for these
Whe is in my hands, and I keep my hands closed

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

Walk around im thirty feet tall
Tiger Woods all these hoes birdy these balls
In the Porche 911 like emergency
Man i just be chillin', I'm like Lou Rawls
Young Money in the building, I'm up new walls
take your Mrs. Officer and set some new laws
My flow is like rubbin' two
Young we the new shit and new draws
Now get off my dick, I fucking witcha
me shoot to the bank, I'm a money pistol
Weezy beat the beat up Sonny Liston
Red do me good, then her friend or sista
I mean her bitch, she never met her best or sister
I leave that pussy Microsoft Windows Vista
Young toochie, pop that 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 couldn't wit Holly Grove
Lost some real niggas I from a long time ago
But or Hell, I'm hopin' that they be where Imma go
Take a nigga gale and make her give me a private show
Still long hair, care, like a Navajo
I'm the hardest shit go in your ass and
I smash verse, so I swag and surf
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