Luyện nghe bài hát Switch Styles

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

switching, no teams
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 in ATL, and they was showing Cham and sluts
My nigga Killa's 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 knob on the ceiling, 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 'cause that's for us
Come to the hotel wondering if you stripping, that's a
Make a meal out of my nuts, and up a can of suck

Controversy sells, I swear I a rhyme that'll shock
I wreck so I get respect in the digital underground, I'm Pac
Labels scheme and they plot, they telling me on the dot
I a platinum 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 down my watch
Pussy passenger still mad, I'm rewinding on chops
Tossed his work my lap, and said that I got the rocks

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

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

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

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

St. Lunatics say it's tipped, for me that pimp is the
While she 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 missing a

'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, yeah they'll be leaning by
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 the trunk up wreck, in other words we tipping
in my garage, noticed a couple cars is missing
Let me see one two three, my bad I'm

Kinda like I'm crippling, when my paint 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 in Texas the changer, ain't never changing from Screw

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

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

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

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

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

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

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