Luyện nghe bài hát Swang

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

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

1 (Trae)
I'ma swang I'm a swanger 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 when I be swingin' my wide frame
to 24's 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 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 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 thinkin' fly just picture what I be holdin'
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 I ride like the law
Floatin' everything
I'm Screwed Up Click it's 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 for Fat Pat's death
I would give my last breath if I bring you back
Screw back
Matter fact bring the whole crew
God can do that so I'ma leave it alone
on
Groovin' to this soothin'
I'm along
Still got a Screw on
Still in the
Cory Blunt was home
Ridin' on
Bangin' my bub lights on
home
South of the astrodome
I'm Fat Pat's
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 actin' 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
corners on a daily basis
Move fast like Kanye West when I be chasin' faces
I'm known to tip like a waiter when I be leaned to the
I brung the city through the dark with a fifth of 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 that they can do to a G
But try to me
second due to the fact who I be
And it don't me
Cuz I still be my game
don't come off the side of my range I might be leavin' a stain
Whether my slab or
gon' respect that we gangsta
T-Shirt and Dickies plus the that I lace up for you wankstas
is still the same
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 strictly red
time we hit the parkin' lot we turn heads
I've watched by parole, task force, and by the feds
Cuz they I got 'em for 10 and they know the game ain't dead
It's too
I'm deep up in it nuthin' about me scary
Chiefin' in the club try'na me somethin' hairy
at the bar
Smokin' on the
Since I came home from the pen like everybody know me
You got lots of friends you up and when you ballin'
Just like Pookey all the started callin'
see the diamonds and the Bentley and the candy thing
They know I'm mob stompin' Texas they know that I'm with Jane
They know it's UGK for and that I'm down with Bun
know we grindin' b***h'll hitcha with another one
It's UGK records right now we need
Since Laura Rebel the pimp is goin' down in Houston

(x2) (Fat Pat)

(Fat Pat)
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