Luyện nghe bài hát Switch Styles

As we get on the proceedings this
Ha-ha, it's nigga, it's Koopa nigga
Ay man styles man, stay switching styles
You know I'm tal'n 'bout, switch everything

Paint switching, no
We ain't teams baby, ha already
Color Changin' Click, hey Mix Tape Messiah
Let's go, let's go, let's go

I was at Strokers in ATL, and they was showing Cham and
My nigga Killa's with us, and did some sh, I can't discuss
They was bad they was yellow, they was can you handle us
Pull the door on the ceiling, 'cause I'm about to handle up

Showing up at the hotel, now is this a fan or what
If she that's a plus, but not that Crys' 'cause that's for us
Come to the hotel if you stripping, that's a must
Make a out of my nuts, and open up a can of suck

Controversy sells, I I spit a rhyme that'll shock
I wreck so I get respect in the underground, like I'm Pac
Labels scheme and plot, they telling me sign on the dot
I cracked a smile and he knew, that was a sign I would not

No warrants when the laws pull up behind, stop
Princes cuts the size of a window, I'ma wind down my
Pussy passenger still mad, 'cause I'm rewinding on
Tossed his work inside my lap, and that I got the rocks

Screens fall like rain, while my shaking like thunder
[Incomprehensible], my verse like a mumble
wonder, if I'm level headed or humble
Till I get to bout drama, then I end a sentence with uh-uh

that I'm Israel, I'm Istanbul I'm thinking Pakistani
Foreign cars no I'm dressing up, 'cause the only gator comes Navi
Students getting out of barber school, graduating they getting
All my hoes got longer hair, than of it on the Adams Family

Sixty inch TV screen, I view from the side angle
In my crib get lost, it's like the Bermuda Triangle
Said I'd knew you'd be a king, so is what I named you
I my mama thanks, now the king is what I claim fool

When it comes to this rap nigga, passionate for it brah
Your CD packages showing up, laughing it's blowing up
Think I'm playing by my pistol, until I'm smacking it ya
Shooting off my rims, like I got arach-a-naphobia

St. say it's tipped, for me that pimp is the drill
she tasting my testicles, see the tip of my steel
Know you getting that scrill, pulling up on with the grill
And if that slab only got fo' you know, it's a wheel

I'm a Texas tycoon, flat TV screens in my room
So many flakes in my paint, say I Vidal Sassoon
Fish in the fish tank gon' sip drank, they'll be leaning by noon
And the two Brazilian beauties, come in to clean my

Won't see no silver spoon, inside my mouth just my kitchen
I'm popped up with the trunk up wreck, in words we tipping
Looked in my garage, a couple cars is missing
Let me see one two three, my bad I'm

Kinda look like I'm crippling, when my paint to blue
By the way my paint change to red, you would swear I'm that too
Yeah, they be banging that Whoo Kid, and be banging Clue
But down in the changer, ain't never changing from Screw

the slugs that you spittin' at me
I mean the that you missin' at me
you and you ain't getting at me
Man the game is getting crappy
ATL with Killa Kill, Status Quo and that Scrappy
I don't no throwbacks, 'cause the trend is really getting tacky

won't hurt you, 'cause that's gon' get you mo' cash
But spend that cash on security, 'cause we gon' your ass
Music slower than a running turtle, tell you what sip in my circle
Samuel Jackson, Whoopie Goldberg, Winfrey the color purple

Ha-ha, was a good one
That was a good one,

I told you you don't problems, you didn't believe it
Go get a bodyguard, you're gonna need it
We're gonna bomb you, worse than
Get it in head, nigga I tried to warn ya

All these boys like, they be getting do'
But you can't hide the truth, a real baller know
All boys acting like, they ain't really hoes
But you can't hide the truth, a real nigga know
All these acting like, they can call a stone
Let's these boys off, and let 'em know we got it sowed

Mix Tape, Mi-Mix Tape, Mi-Mix Tape
Mix Tape, Mi-Mix Tape, Mi-Mix Messiah
Mix Tape, Tape, Mi-Mix Tape Messiah
Hey I'm fins to do my thang, hey I'm Color Change
Hey we fins to do our thang, hey I'm repping Change

We slap box, soon as we done
shit was no test, let's see who gets the most hits to the head
I'ma slap the shit out you watch, wish a nigga
Let the motherfucker touch me, I'm gon' the shit out of him
I ain't no fucking punk, nigga you better get that, aah up
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