Luyện nghe bài hát Swang

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

(Fat Pat)
Swang-swang and I and I swang to the left
Pop-Pop my 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 I be swingin' my wide frame
4-4's to 24's I'm to glide man
Like a pimp without the numbers so fly when I slide man
I'm lethal fully loaded ain't 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 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 haters show it
I ride alone so they can picture me rollin'
And for them jackers thinkin' fly just picture what I be
Them hollow points'll make you picture just how fast be foldin'
A few of them'll have you 'til you dead or you swollen
But still I ride the law
Floatin' above
I'm Up Click until it's over n***a fresh off the chain
Beat the

(Fat Pat)

2 (Big Hawk)
I'ma swang and I swang and I swang to the
Pop my trunk for Fat Pat's
I give my last breath if I could bring you back
Screw back
Matter fact the whole crew back
Only God can do that so I'ma leave it
on
Groovin' to this song
I'm along
Still got a tape on
Still in the
Wishin' Blunt was home
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 my flesh and bone
with Trae
Mobbin' MLK
blue up with grey
On tint on southern deuce
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 back of a 'Lac on this glass you see me struttin'
Cuttin' corners on a daily
Move fast 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 boppers and
I'm ABN the Impala 67 be spinnin'
Invisible set displayed everytime they me grinnin'
Off in face it ain't 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 toppin' my
Just don't come off the side of my range I might be leavin' a
my slab or beam
N****z gon' respect we gangsta
T-Shirt and Dickies the kicks that I lace up for you wankstas
Everyday is still the
I be so loud when I
And thanks to Screw and we got 'em diggin' our slang huh

4 (Pimp C)
I'm a Screwed Up strictly rollin' red
time 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 they know the game ain't
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 home from the pen seems like everybody know 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 Bentley and the 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 down Bun
They know we grindin' b***h'll with another one
UGK records right now we need distribution
Since Laura free the pimp is goin' down in Houston

(x2) (Fat Pat)

(Fat Pat)
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