Luyện nghe bài hát Swag Surfin

No Ceilings..
O-o-ok, I got chrome on this Bugatti
I'm strong in Bugatti
Two V8's ain't no such thing as calm in this Bugatti
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 nigga, you can ask the nurse
And if you throw it in the bag, I bet I'll snatch her
OK I spazz, I
You last, I'm
I'm on yo' ass, like
Behind that cash, get
I'm talkin' big shit nigga, join my hit nigga
What's the matter? Check ur bladder I'm the shit nigga
the witness, nigga
Hold in the streets
And convict this
Old nigga
Man im with the blucka
Young muthafucka
You think we do our thang..
Well it sunny 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. ya head
And Mack hold ya
Wish I could but I can't say some other '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 take no shit
Take the brain off the whip now it don't make no
Stunt on these bitches I ain't 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, 'em look like Toccara
Man I'm too much for niggas, and three much for these hoes
Whe World is in my hands, and I keep my closed

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

Walk around like im thirty feet
Tiger Woods all these hoes birdy these balls
In the 911 like emergency calls
Man i be chillin', I'm cool like Lou Rawls
Young Money in the building, I'm puttin' up new
take your Mrs. Officer and set some new laws
My is like rubbin' two logs
Moula we the new shit and new draws
Now get off my dick, I ain't fucking
Watch me shoot to the bank, I'm a pistol
beat the beat up like Sonny Liston
Red bone do me good, then her or sista
I mean her bitch, she met her best friend or sister
I leave pussy Microsoft like Windows Vista
Young toochie, pop coochie for a goon, hoe
in your boy memory, now you act like you don't know
Eastside who i do it fo', Eagle 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 Heaven or Hell, I'm hopin' that they be Imma go
Take a nigga gale and make her come me a private show
Still long hair, care, like a Navajo
I'm the hardest shit go in ass and search
I smash verse, so I swag and surf
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