Luyện nghe bài hát Swagga Like Koop

[Intro/Chorus - of M.I.A.'s "Paper Planes" 4X]
"No one on the has swagger like us"
"Swagger like us, swagger-swagger us"

- talking over Intro/Chorus]
mayne!
You I had to do it
Mixtape 5, that's right
Somebody need to give me a solid of what swag is
Is when ya bank account get built up so high
that everybody out tryin to sue you so they can get their piece of the pie?
Is that swag,
Or maybe it's when a major label call you and ask you when your
mixtape
'Cause they know you have the streets on smash, is that swag?
Or maybe it's just a whole of punchlines
Braggin how ya ball with no purpose at all
You already I could do that, I could do that
Chamilli! (Chamilli!), uh! (uh, uh)

[Verse 1 -
Let me start this
Tried to put on skinny jeans and zip my zip (haha)
Nah, let me be blunt real
I don't skinny jeans 'cause my dick (dick) don't fit (woo!)
Always keep a Maggie close to me like
Known to keep a lot of cheese on me pizza
Hakeem, y'all like Meekah
Y'all better your eyes on me like features (like features)
be mislead
I don't what any side switchin fickle fan said

Yeah, Street like Greg (Greg)
Hit you with a speaker they call you bass head
Bought a motorcycle I'm normally one deep
(Crocodile) on the seats, you call it (Dundee)
Kickers in the trunk tryin to do the
Yep, yep, bet the do the Gumby (woo!)
Stretchin my green, stretchin, my cream
(Cash Rules Everything), I'm the Meth' of my (yeah)
to Texas, we can bet that I'm king
I'm the best in life and nothin less in my dreams
got the screens that they have in homes
Cribs got the same size pillars that they had in
Travelled way to Rome to grab a phone (okay)
I ain't turn it on, haha
Paris got a man named Benji and she loves him
I'm in Paris the benjies man and we hustlin (uh)
Meanwhile I'm in
so big, we lookin like we munchkins
Ask your bank (yeah), bet she know a playa (yeah)
Money over here (woo!), you way over
You got swag? Tell me why I'm to care?
M.O.E. is me, you are more like money where? (ha)
She say she independent she signed to Koch (Koch)
I told her time is money, so she grabbed my
Got stocks, got rocks, got (glocks)
Grammy isn't dusty 'cause I still ain't it out the box
I keep a big whip Indiana Jones (woo!)
And big rims what I'm a have it on (have it on)
I be terrorizin every jammer's
Y'all on T-Pain dick, leave that man (whoa)
Act like you don't know me, I mean the new me, the old me
I dip a in syrup and you can OD
On and screwed bullets, competition die slowly (yeah)
I'm like the the (Man) (Pac)
On a 'nother level, plus I'm eatin that's fact (that's fact)
Matter of fact you can take back
a word rappers sayin when they know they can't rap (can't rap)
But your confidence higher than a
Just wanna when I ask you who your jeweler is (haha)
H-A-L-M-OH!, so
gettin paid (been gettin paid) don't believe me, you can google this
Got a major
Winnin green diamonds, while you waste your skrill
I buy diamond, it's a baseball field
Nothin Little League about me, I got bills
Money Mutombo (yeah), tall like this (yeah)
Money got a and it [mumbled] - talk like this (haha)
If money talks baby, my lips
Ben Franklin always with me he part of my clique
And I don't be in the strip every night (right)
But I tell her keep the tax like you Wesley (Snipes)
Even the white tryin to get the pipe (why?)
All up on the like a Nestle bite
The industry ain't somethin I feel is fair
Don't if you well rounded, they just fill the squares
So I care unless it about a million shares
Standin on a million, lookin up like a billion where?
And I am so
I'm the baddest rapper here, let's just get clear
And I wish a major kick me out my deal
'Cause I'd be the richest independent you should
No one on the corner move mixtapes me
But I won't ya how many and incriminate thee
M-I-X-T-A-P-E, money make me sound like Lil Boosie
Can't get no money 'cause he move no birds
Can't get no money 'cause he don't usually
Mixtape 5, baby you deserve
Some soup so you can eat your words