Luyện nghe bài hát Swang (Remix)

(Fat Pat)
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(Trae)
Yeah this the

(Fat Pat)
Swang and I swang and I swang to the
Pop-pop my yep yep yep yep (x4)

1 (Big Pokey)
These b***hes wanna see a n***a
550 here's a tag for the toll
Ice cold AC guts
Hard top with the roof popped up
Every tooth up
N***a with the glock 9
60 duece cocked up at the stop sign
Mamma passed now my Hawk dawg I'ma miss
Everytime I think about him when i'm drivin' just

2 (Pimp C)
I'm a screwed up affiliator rollin' red
Everytime we hit the parkin' lot we turned
I've been watched by parole force and by the feds
Cuz they I got it for ten
And they know the game dead
too late
I'm deep up in it ain't nothin' me scary
Chiefin' in the club try'na find me hairy
Pimpin' at the bar smokin' on the
Since I came home from the pen seems like everybody me

3 (Slim Thug)
Slim

The trunk bang with the belts I swang to the left
Pop my and yep yep yep
Chrome spokes when I step the ave in the slab
Pull up to the wash give the Cadillac a
Like my chrome lookin'
butter interior
Pop the trunk surround it sound no clearer
They like to have me here the boy shuttin' down
Them blue shinin' all over H-Town

4 (Jim Jones)
(South go I know what it is)
I gotta shout my n****z in Houston (Ay Trae up)
That ride old schools and they system is (Hey Bun B)
I'm from New York so all my city we (Eastside)
Them '06 whips with the jewels in (Masseratis)
I don't go in the club we get all my goons in (Not at all)
The bouncers frisk so we get all the tools in (Keep the gats)
The Cali poppin' bottles get the groovin' (Shake it ma)
And won't you tell the DJ it's a intrusion
(Thug game)

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5 (Mike Jones)
I'm the king I'm the mayor of the city got the locked down
I 12 cars one with my top down
I be in that candy
don't understand me
Got my slab complete me pull up on Miss Grandy
I'm swangin' in my with the peanut butter guts
If she hop inside my ride then the b***h know she gon'
I ain't playin' with no
The hoe know I need her
I pull out my beezer to her not please her
They see the diamonds hand on the wood wheel
Even I sold a mil'
Three's got me still (I said)
see the diamonds shinin' hand on the wood wheel
Even I sold a mil'
Three's got me hood

6 (Trae)
I still swang to the left sittin' under the shoes
These haters watchin' my moves from the way I butterfly'd the
And I'm black over so n****z know that I got it
Trunk lift up at the but my dropper remain in squat
bangin' my Screw doin' my thang
Somethin' bout a but they swear I've been in the rain
My swangas out so wide like I'm ridin' in double lanes
Texan wild wheels lookin' like they never man

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7 (Big Hawk)
I'ma swang and I swang and I swang to the
Pop my trunk for Fat death
I would my last breath if I could bring you back
Bring back
Matter fact bring the crew back
God can do that so I'ma leave it alone
on
Groovin' to soothin' song
I'm along
got a Screw tape on
Still in the
Wishin' Cory was home

8 (Bun B)
Well swang I'ma swang I'ma swang to the right
I'm comin' down on swangers it's super tight
I pull up at the light
At a to midnight
You up bright
Scared to death gotta it a light flight
UGK is back on the slab and the wheel
again the Bun and the Pimp gon' return to the trill
You can love to us or hate to love us it ain't a thang
To them Underground
We still gon'

9 (Paul Wall)
I put the H up in the air for A dub K
That fifth wheel bow and pray
I'm wine over gray
I'm with Trae
by my homeboy Ed
That coast custom paint job got me lookin ready
The Swishahouse around my neck Johnny dang on my
Trunk bang like ABN with wood grain on my
Cadillac by David with retractable roof
bangin' on this Screw and throwin' boys that duece
It's Wall

(Fat Pat)
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