Luyện nghe bài hát Switch Styles

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

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

I was at Strokers in ATL, and they was Cham and sluts
My nigga Klan with 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, I'm about to handle 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 wondering if you stripping, that's a must
Make a meal out of my nuts, and open up a can of

sells, I swear I spit a rhyme that'll shock
I wreck so I get 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 when the laws pull up behind, I'ma
Princes cuts the size of a window, wind down my watch
Pussy passenger still mad, 'cause I'm rewinding on
Tossed his work my lap, and said 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 with uh-uh

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

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

When it comes to this rap nigga, passionate for it brah
Your CD packages showing up, laughing after it's up
Think I'm playing by my pistol, 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
she tasting my testicles, see the tip of my steel
Know you getting that scrill, pulling up on whips with the
And if that slab only got fo' you know, missing a wheel

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

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
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 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, never changing from Screw

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

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

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

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

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

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

We gon' slap box, 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 would
Let the motherfucker me, I'm gon' smack the shit out of him
I ain't no fucking punk, nigga you better get that, aah up
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