Luyện nghe bài hát Swag Surfin

No Ceilings..
O-o-ok, I got chrome on this Bugatti
I'm in this Bugatti
Two V8's ain't no thing as driving calm in this Bugatti
I'm bad,
I'm
I the purp',
Don't fuck with me 'cause now I'm higher than 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, 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
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..
ain't it sunny in the summer?
And we coming for the
And among us
And you know Imma bust my ass until my crew humongous
I T.I. hold ya head
And Mack hold ya
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 guess I pay it
I'm a New Orleans nigga, I take no shit
Take the brain off the whip now it don't no sense
Stunt hard on these bitches I promised tomorrow
Not they 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 much for these hoes
Whe is in my hands, and I keep my hands closed

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

Walk around like im thirty feet
Woods all these hoes tryna birdy these balls
In the Porche 911 emergency calls
Man i just be chillin', I'm cool Lou Rawls
Young Money in the building, I'm up new walls
Nigga take Mrs. Officer and set some new laws
My flow is rubbin' two logs
Young Moula we the new and new draws
Now get off my dick, I fucking witcha
Watch me to the bank, I'm a money pistol
Weezy the beat up like Sonny Liston
Red bone do me good, then her or sista
I mean her bitch, she never met her best friend or
I leave that pussy like Windows Vista
Young toochie, pop that for a goon, hoe
Bullet in your boy memory, now you act you don't know
Eastside who i do it fo', Eagle Street right by the
Katrina the city out but couldn't fuck wit Holly Grove
Lost some real niggas I knew a long time ago
But or Hell, I'm hopin' that they be where Imma go
Take a nigga gale and make her come give me a 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 and surf
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