Luyện nghe bài hát Switch Styles

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

Paint switching, no
We switching teams baby, ha already
It's Color Click, hey Mix Tape Messiah
Let's go, let's go, go yeah

I was at Strokers in ATL, and they was showing Cham and
My Killa's Klan with us, and did some sh, I can't discuss
They was bad they was yellow, was saying 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 sipping that's a plus, but not that Crys' that's for us
Come to the hotel wondering if you stripping, that's a
Make a out of my nuts, and open up a can of suck

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

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

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

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

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

When it comes to this rap game nigga, passionate for it
Your CD showing up, laughing after it's blowing up
I'm playing by my pistol, until I'm smacking it over ya
Shooting spiders off my rims, like I got

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

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

see no damn 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, noticed a couple cars is
Let me see one two three, my bad I'm

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

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

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

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

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

All these acting like, they be getting do'
But you can't hide the truth, a real baller gon'
All boys acting like, they ain't really hoes
But you can't hide the truth, a real nigga gon'
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, Tape Messiah
Mix Tape, Mi-Mix Tape, Mi-Mix Messiah
Mix Tape, Mi-Mix Tape, Mi-Mix Messiah
Hey I'm fins to do my thang, hey I'm repping Change
Hey we fins to do our thang, hey I'm repping Color

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