Luyện nghe bài hát Swang

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

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

1 (Trae)
I'ma I'm a swanger 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 swingin' my wide
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 lethal fully loaded no takin' my ride man
We
And it ain't too you can do to stop 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 know cuz these show it
I only ride alone so they can 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' 'til you dead or you
But still I ride the law
Floatin' everything
I'm Screwed Up Click until over n***a fresh off the chain
the slang

(Fat Pat)

2 (Big Hawk)
I'ma swang and I swang and I to the left
Pop my trunk for Fat death
I would my last breath if I could bring you back
Screw back
Matter fact bring the crew back
Only God can do that so I'ma leave it
on
Groovin' to soothin' song
I'm cruisin'
Still got a Screw on
in the zone
Wishin' Cory Blunt was
on chrome
Bangin' my bub lights on
home
South of the astrodome
I'm Fat clone
J go see Harry's own
His heartbeat pumps my flesh and bone
with Trae
Mobbin' MLK
He's blue up grey
On on southern 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 of a 'Lac on this glass you finna see me struttin'
corners on a daily basis
Move fast 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 a fifth of boppers and belts
I'm ABN the Impala 67 be spinnin'
Invisible set displayed they catchin' me grinnin'
Off in they face it ain't too much that can do to a G
But try to me
Every second due to the who I be
And it bother me
Cuz I still be my game
Just come off the side of my range I might be leavin' a stain
Whether my or beam
N****z gon' respect we gangsta
T-Shirt and Dickies plus the that I lace up for you wankstas
Everyday is the same
I be so loud when I
And thanks to Screw and P-A-T we got 'em diggin' our huh

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

(x2) (Fat Pat)

(Fat Pat)
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