Luyện nghe bài hát Switch Styles

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

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

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

up at the hotel, now is this chick 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, a must
Make a out of my nuts, and open 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
scheme and they plot, they telling me sign on the dot
I cracked a platinum and he knew, that was a sign I would not

No warrants when the laws up behind, I'ma stop
Princes cuts the 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 that I got the rocks

fall like rain, while my trunk shaking like thunder
[Incomprehensible], my verse sound 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 no I'm dressing up, 'cause the only 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 TV screen, I could view from the side angle
In my crib you'll get lost, it's like the 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 comes to this rap game nigga, for it brah
CD packages showing up, laughing after it's blowing up
Think I'm playing by my pistol, until I'm smacking it ya
Shooting spiders off my rims, I got arach-a-naphobia

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

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

Won't see no damn silver spoon, inside my 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

look like I'm crippling, when my paint change to blue
By the way my paint change to red, you would swear I'm claiming too
Yeah, they be banging that Whoo Kid, and be that 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
Seen you and you getting at me
Man the is really getting crappy
ATL with Killa Kill, Status Quo and Lil' Scrappy
I don't wear no throwbacks, 'cause the trend is really tacky

Commercial won't hurt you, 'cause gon' get you mo' cash
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, Oprah the color purple

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

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

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

Mix Tape, Tape, Mi-Mix Tape Messiah
Mix Tape, Mi-Mix Tape, Mi-Mix Messiah
Mix Tape, Mi-Mix Tape, Tape Messiah
Hey I'm to do my thang, hey I'm repping Color 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 the most hits to the head
I'ma slap the shit out you watch, wish a nigga
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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