Luyện nghe bài hát Swang

(Fat Pat)
N****z see a n***a roll
Shorts and I'm rollin' on 84's

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

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

(Fat Pat)

2 (Big Hawk)
I'ma swang and I and I swang to the left
Pop my trunk for Fat Pat's
I would give my breath if I could bring you back
Screw back
Matter fact bring the whole 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 Pat's
J go see Harry's own
His heartbeat pumps through my and bone
Flippin' Trae
down MLK
He's blue up with
On tint on southern today
Dub K
Chiefin' on some
And we on the boulevard ugly
We

(Fat Pat)

3 (Trae)
ABN is my type of nature my is nothin'
Stacks in the back of a 'Lac on this you finna see me struttin'
Cuttin' corners on a basis
fast like Kanye West samples when I be chasin' faces
I'm to tip like a waiter when I be leaned to the left
I brung the city through the dark with a of boppers and belts
I'm ABN the 67 Chevy be spinnin'
Invisible set displayed everytime they me grinnin'
Off in they it ain't too much 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 my game
Just don't come off the side of my range I might be leavin' a
my slab or beam
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 diggin' our huh

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

(x2) (Fat Pat)

(Fat Pat)
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