Luyện nghe bài hát Switch Styles

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

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

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

up at the hotel, now is this chick a fan or what
If she sipping a plus, but not that Crys' 'cause that's for us
Come to the hotel wondering if you stripping, that's a
a meal 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 in the digital underground, like I'm Pac
Labels scheme and they plot, telling me sign on the dot
I cracked a platinum smile and he knew, that was a I would not

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

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

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

Sixty inch TV screen, I could 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 Hakim is what I you
I my mama thanks, now the king is what I claim fool

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

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

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

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

Kinda look like I'm crippling, my paint change 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 that Clue
But down in Texas the changer, ain't never changing from

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

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

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

I told you you don't want problems, you believe it
Go get a bodyguard, 'cause you're gonna it
We're bomb you, worse than Osama
Get it in your head, nigga I to warn ya

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

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

We gon' slap box, as we done
That shit was no test, let's see who gets the hits to the head
I'ma the shit out you watch, wish a nigga would
Let the motherfucker touch me, I'm smack the shit out of him
I no fucking punk, nigga you better get that, aah hold up
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