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 ain't no such thing as driving calm in Bugatti
I'm bad,
I'm
I the purp',
Don't with me 'cause right now I'm higher than Captain Kirk,
I swear I be the 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
Behind that cash, get
I'm talkin' big nigga, join my hit list nigga
the matter? Check ur bladder I'm the shit piss nigga
Shoot the witness,
Hold in the streets
And convict nigga
Old dickless
Man im runnin' with the
Young Money
You think we do our thang..
Well ain't it sunny in the
And we for the comers
And whoever us
And you Imma bust my ass until my crew very humongous
I T.I. hold ya head
And Mack ya head
Wish I could but I can't say some 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 nigga, I don't take no shit
Take the brain off the whip now it make no sense
Stunt hard on these bitches I promised tomorrow
Not when they it with me like no mo' garciaparra
Flute rollin' killer plants, like the tool of horror
And we roll them bitches thick, make 'em look Toccara
Man I'm too much for niggas, and three much for these hoes
Whe is in my hands, and I keep my hands closed

I my baby mommas, they get my highest honor
Gotta take care of them kids, man I know you Obama
And I live on an island, Atlantic in my
I just tell my pilot to it in my backyard
Quarter shot gun, you don't get any sack 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 tryna these balls
In the 911 like emergency calls
Man i just be chillin', I'm like Lou Rawls
Young Money in the building, I'm puttin' up new
Nigga take Mrs. Officer and set some new laws
My flow is rubbin' two logs
Young we the new shit and new draws
Now get off my dick, I ain't witcha
Watch me shoot to the bank, I'm a money
Weezy beat the beat up like Liston
Red do me good, then 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 boy memory, now you act like you don't know
Eastside who i do it fo', Eagle Street by the store
Katrina the city out but couldn't fuck wit Holly Grove
some real niggas I knew from a long time ago
But Heaven or Hell, I'm that they be where Imma go
Take a nigga and make her come give me a private show
Still hair, don't care, like a Navajo
I'm the shit go in your ass and search
I this verse, so I swag and surf
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