Luyện nghe bài hát Swang

(Fat Pat)
N****z betta see a roll
Shorts down and I'm rollin' on

(Fat Pat)
Swang-swang and I swang and I swang to the
my trunk yep, yep, yep, yep (x4)

1 (Trae)
I'ma swang I'm a swanger lean to the left
Pop my trunk and show what I'm so Houston, Texas gotta be felt
I'm a vet so automatic when I be swingin' my wide frame
4-4's to I'm subject to glide man
Like a without the numbers still so fly when I slide man
Plus I'm lethal fully loaded ain't no takin' my man
We
And it too much you can do to stop us
Don't try to knock us cuz these diamonds got try'na jock us
We the best and what we be and these haters know it
So haters hate us to death and I know cuz these show it
I only ride so they can picture me rollin'
And for them jackers thinkin' fly just picture what I be
Them hollow points'll make you picture how fast they'll be foldin'
A few of them'll have you leakin' you dead or you swollen
But still I ride the law
above everything
I'm Screwed Up Click until it's over n***a fresh off the
Beat the

(Fat Pat)

2 (Big Hawk)
I'ma swang and I swang and I swang to the
Pop my trunk for Fat Pat's
I would give my last breath if I bring you back
Bring back
fact bring the whole crew back
Only God can do so I'ma leave it alone
on
Groovin' to this soothin'
I'm along
Still got a tape on
in the zone
Wishin' Cory Blunt was
on chrome
Bangin' my bub lights on
Ridin'
east of the astrodome
I'm Fat clone
It's J go see own
His heartbeat pumps through my flesh and
Flippin' Trae
Mobbin' MLK
He's blue up with
On tint on deuce today
Dub K
Chiefin' on some
And we on the boulevard ugly
We

(Fat Pat)

3 (Trae)
ABN is my of nature my understanding is nothin'
Stacks in the back of a 'Lac on this glass you finna see me
Cuttin' corners on a basis
Move fast like Kanye West samples when I be faces
I'm known to tip like a when I be leaned to the left
I brung the city through the with a fifth of boppers and belts
I'm ABN the Impala 67 Chevy be
Invisible set displayed everytime they catchin' me
Off in they face it ain't too that they can do to a G
But try to me
Every due to the fact who I be
And it don't me
Cuz I still be toppin' my
Just don't come off the side of my range I might be leavin' a
Whether my slab or
N****z respect that we gangsta
T-Shirt and Dickies plus the kicks that I lace up for you
Everyday is still the
I be so loud I bang
And thanks to Screw and P-A-T we got 'em our slang huh

4 (Pimp C)
I'm a Screwed Up strictly rollin' red
Every time we hit the lot we turn heads
I've watched by parole, task force, and by the feds
Cuz they know I got 'em for 10 and they the game ain't dead
too late
I'm up in it ain't nuthin' about me scary
Chiefin' in the club try'na find me hairy
at the bar
Smokin' on the
I came home from the pen seems like everybody know me
You got lots of friends you up and when you ballin'
Just like Pookey all the haters callin'
They see the and the Bentley and the candy thing
They know I'm mob stompin' Texas they know that I'm rollin' with
They know it's UGK for life and that I'm down Bun
They know we grindin' hitcha with another one
It's UGK records now we need distribution
Since Laura Rebel the pimp is goin' down in Houston

(x2) (Fat Pat)

(Fat Pat)
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