Luyện nghe bài hát Switch Styles

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

switching, no teams
We ain't switching baby, ha already
It's Color Changin' Click, hey Mix 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 Klan with us, and did sh, I can't discuss
was bad they was yellow, they 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 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, a must
Make a meal out of my nuts, and open up a can of

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

No warrants the laws pull up behind, I'ma stop
Princes cuts the of a window, I'ma wind down my watch
Pussy passenger mad, 'cause I'm rewinding on chops
Tossed his work inside my lap, and that 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 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
getting out of barber school, graduating they getting happy
All my hoes got longer hair, 'cause of it on the Adams Family

Sixty TV screen, I could view from the side angle
In my crib get lost, it's like the Bermuda Triangle
Said I'd knew be a king, so Hakim is what I named you
I told my 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, after it's blowing up
Think I'm playing by my pistol, I'm smacking it over ya
Shooting 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 with the grill
And if that slab only got fo' you know, missing a wheel

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

Won't see no damn silver spoon, my mouth just my kitchen
I'm popped up the trunk up wreck, in other words 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, when my paint 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 Clue
But down in Texas the changer, ain't changing from Screw

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

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

Ha-ha, was a good 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 head, nigga I tried to warn ya

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

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

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