Luyện nghe bài hát Swag Surfin

No Ceilings..
O-o-ok, I got this chrome on Bugatti
I'm strong in Bugatti
Two V8's no such thing 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 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
Behind cash, get murked
I'm talkin' big shit nigga, join my hit list
What's the matter? Check ur bladder I'm the piss nigga
Shoot the witness,
Hold in the streets
And convict this
Old dickless
Man im runnin' with the
Young muthafucka
You we won't do our thang..
Well it sunny in the summer?
And we for the comers
And among us
And you Imma bust my ass until my crew very humongous
I T.I. hold ya head
And Mack hold ya
Wish I could but I 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 well I guess I 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 promised tomorrow
Not when kicking it with me like no mo' garciaparra
Flute rollin' killer plants, like the tool of horror
And we roll them bitches thick, make 'em 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 my baby mommas, they get my highest honor
Gotta take care of them kids, man I you heard Obama
And I on an island, Atlantic in my backyard
I tell my pilot to land it in my backyard
Quarter back shot gun, you don't get any sack
Bitch I ball hard, all the back boards
Pretty boy Floyd step up I will yours
And even at the White House we pull up at the doors

Walk like im thirty feet tall
Tiger Woods all these hoes tryna birdy these
In the Porche 911 like calls
Man i just be chillin', I'm like Lou Rawls
Young Money in the building, I'm up new walls
Nigga take your Mrs. Officer and set some new
My flow is rubbin' two logs
Moula we the new shit and new draws
Now get off my dick, I ain't witcha
Watch me 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 her bitch, she never met her best 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', Eagle Street by the store
Katrina wiped the city out but couldn't fuck wit Holly
Lost some real I knew from a long time ago
But Heaven or Hell, I'm that they be where Imma go
Take a nigga gale and her come give 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 swag and
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