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',
Don't fuck with me 'cause right now I'm higher Captain Kirk,
I I be the sickest nigga, you can ask the nurse
And if you throw it in the bag, I bet I'll 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 nigga
What's the Check ur bladder I'm the shit piss nigga
Shoot the witness,
Hold in the streets
And convict nigga
Old dickless
Man im with the blucka
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 know Imma bust my ass until my very humongous
I said T.I. ya head
And hold ya head
Wish I but I can't say some other names 'cause of the Feds
my bloods, cold red
Man you know how we 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 now it don't make no sense
Stunt hard on these bitches I ain't promised
Not they kicking it with me like no mo' garciaparra
Flute rollin' killer plants, like the shop of horror
And we roll them bitches thick, make 'em look Toccara
Man I'm too much for these niggas, and three for these hoes
Whe World is in my hands, and I my hands closed

I love my baby mommas, they get my highest
Gotta take care of them kids, man I know you 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 yours
And even at the White House we 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 cool like Lou
Young in the building, I'm puttin' up new walls
Nigga your Mrs. Officer and set some new laws
My flow is like rubbin' two
Young Moula we the new and new draws
Now get off my dick, I ain't witcha
me shoot to the bank, I'm a money pistol
Weezy beat the beat up like Sonny
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 like Vista
toochie, pop that coochie for a goon, hoe
Bullet in your boy memory, now you act you don't know
Eastside who i do it fo', Eagle Street by the store
Katrina wiped the city out but couldn't wit Holly Grove
Lost some real niggas I knew from a long ago
But Heaven or Hell, I'm hopin' that they be where go
Take a nigga and make her come give me a private show
long hair, don't care, like a Navajo
I'm the shit go in your ass and search
I smash this verse, so I and surf
No