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 swang to the
Pop-Pop my yep, yep, yep, yep (x4)

1 (Trae)
I'ma swang I'm a slab lean to the left
Pop my and show what I'm about so Houston, Texas gotta be felt
I'm a vet so it's automatic I be swingin' my wide frame
4-4's to 24's I'm subject to man
Like a without the numbers still so fly when I slide man
Plus I'm lethal fully loaded no takin' my ride man
We
And it too much you can do to stop us
Don't try to knock us cuz these diamonds got boppas jock us
We the best and what we gon' be and these haters it
So haters hate us to and I know cuz these haters show it
I only ride alone so they can me rollin'
And for them jackers fly just picture what I be holdin'
Them hollow points'll you picture just how fast they'll be foldin'
A few of them'll have you 'til you dead or you swollen
But I ride like the law
above 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 give my last breath if I could bring you
Bring Screw
Matter bring the whole crew back
Only God can do that so I'ma it alone
on
Groovin' to this song
I'm cruisin'
got a Screw tape on
Still in the
Wishin' Cory Blunt was
on chrome
Bangin' my bub lights on
home
South east of the
I'm Fat clone
It's J go see own
His heartbeat pumps through my flesh and
with Trae
Mobbin' MLK
He's up with grey
On tint on deuce today
Dub K
Chiefin' on some
And we on the boulevard actin'
We

(Fat Pat)

3 (Trae)
ABN is my type of nature my understanding is
Stacks in the back of a 'Lac on this you finna see me struttin'
Cuttin' corners on a basis
Move like Kanye West samples when I be chasin' faces
I'm known to tip like a waiter I be leaned to the left
I brung the city through the dark with a fifth of and belts
I'm ABN the Impala 67 Chevy be
Invisible set displayed they catchin' me grinnin'
Off in they face it too much that they 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
my slab 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 when I bang
And thanks to and P-A-T we got 'em diggin' our slang huh

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

(x2) (Fat Pat)

(Fat Pat)
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