Luyện nghe bài hát Swag Surfin

No Ceilings..
O-o-ok, I got this chrome on Bugatti
I'm in this Bugatti
Two V8's no such thing as driving calm in this Bugatti
I'm bad,
I'm
I the purp',
Don't fuck 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, dirt
Behind cash, get murked
I'm talkin' big nigga, join my hit list nigga
What's the matter? Check ur bladder I'm the shit nigga
Shoot the witness,
Hold in the streets
And convict nigga
Old nigga
Man im runnin' the blucka
Young muthafucka
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 crew very
I T.I. hold ya head
And hold ya head
Wish I could but I can't say some other names of the Feds
my bloods, cold red
Man you how we play it
And if it cost to be the boss, oh well I I gotta pay it
I'm a New Orleans nigga, I don't take no
Take the brain off the whip now it make no sense
Stunt hard on bitches I ain't promised tomorrow
Not when they kicking it with me like no mo'
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 these niggas, and three much for these
Whe World is in my hands, and I keep my closed

I love my baby mommas, get my highest honor
Gotta take care of them kids, man I know you 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 get any sack yards
Bitch I hard, breakin' 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 like im feet tall
Tiger Woods all these hoes birdy these balls
In the 911 like emergency calls
Man i just be chillin', I'm like Lou Rawls
Young in the building, I'm puttin' up new walls
take your 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 pistol
beat the beat up like Sonny Liston
Red bone do me good, then her or sista
I mean her bitch, she never met her friend or sister
I that pussy Microsoft like 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 niggas I knew from a time ago
But or Hell, I'm hopin' that they be where Imma go
Take a nigga gale and make her come me a private show
Still long hair, don't care, a Navajo
I'm the hardest go in your ass and search
I smash verse, so I swag and surf
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