Luyện nghe bài hát Swang

(Fat Pat)
N****z see a n***a roll
down 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 swanger slab to the left
Pop my trunk and show what I'm about so Houston, Texas gotta be
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 pimp the numbers still so fly when I slide man
Plus I'm fully loaded ain't no takin' my ride man
We
And it too much you can do to stop us
Don't try to us cuz these diamonds got boppas try'na jock us
We the best and we gon' be and these haters know it
So haters hate us to death and I know cuz these haters it
I ride alone so they can picture me rollin'
And for them jackers thinkin' fly just picture I be holdin'
Them hollow make you picture just how fast they'll be foldin'
A few of them'll have you leakin' you dead or you swollen
But I ride like the law
above everything
I'm Up Click until it's over n***a fresh off the chain
Beat the

(Fat Pat)

2 (Big Hawk)
I'ma and I swang and I swang to the left
Pop my trunk for Fat death
I would give my last 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 song
I'm cruisin'
Still got a tape on
in the zone
Wishin' Cory was home
Ridin' on
Bangin' with my bub on
home
South east of the
I'm Fat clone
It's J go see own
His pumps through my flesh and bone
with Trae
Mobbin' MLK
He's blue up with
On tint on southern deuce
Dub K
Chiefin' on lovely
And we on the actin' ugly
We

(Fat Pat)

3 (Trae)
ABN is my type of my understanding is nothin'
in the back of a 'Lac on this glass you finna see me struttin'
Cuttin' corners on a basis
Move fast like Kanye West samples when I be faces
I'm known to tip like a waiter I be leaned to the left
I the city through the dark with a fifth of boppers and belts
I'm ABN the Impala 67 be spinnin'
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 be toppin' my game
Just don't off the side of my range I might be leavin' a stain
Whether my or beam
gon' respect that we gangsta
T-Shirt and plus the kicks that I lace up for you wankstas
Everyday is still the
I be so when I bang
And thanks to Screw and P-A-T we got 'em our slang huh

4 (Pimp C)
I'm a Screwed Up affiliator rollin' red
Every time we hit the parkin' lot we heads
I've been by parole, task 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' me scary
Chiefin' in the club try'na find me somethin'
at the bar
Smokin' on the
Since I came home the pen seems like everybody know me
You got lots of friends when you up and you ballin'
Just Pookey all the haters started callin'
They see the diamonds and the and the candy thing
They know I'm mob stompin' Texas know that I'm rollin' with Jane
They know it's UGK for life and that I'm with Bun
They know we grindin' b***h'll hitcha another one
It's UGK records now we need distribution
Since Laura Rebel free the pimp is down in Houston

(x2) (Fat Pat)

(Fat Pat)
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