Luyện nghe bài hát Switch Styles

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

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

I was at in ATL, and they was showing Cham and sluts
My Killa's Klan with us, and did some sh, I can't discuss
They was bad was yellow, they 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 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 up a can of suck

Controversy sells, I I spit a rhyme that'll shock
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 when the laws pull up behind, I'ma
Princes cuts the size of a window, I'ma wind down my
Pussy passenger still mad, 'cause I'm on chops
Tossed his inside my lap, and said that I got the rocks

Screens like rain, while my trunk shaking like thunder
[Incomprehensible], my verse sound a mumble
Onlookers wonder, if I'm 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 after Navi
Students getting out of school, graduating they getting happy
All my hoes got longer hair, than 'cause of it on the Adams

Sixty inch TV screen, I could view the side angle
In my crib get lost, it's like 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, for it brah
Your CD packages showing up, laughing after blowing up
Think I'm playing by my pistol, until I'm it over ya
Shooting spiders off my rims, I got arach-a-naphobia

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

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

Won't see no damn silver spoon, inside my just my kitchen
I'm up with the trunk up wreck, in other words we tipping
Looked in my garage, noticed a couple 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 banging that
But down in Texas the changer, ain't never from Screw

Seen the that you spittin' at me
I mean the slugs 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 getting tacky

Commercial won't hurt you, 'cause that's get you mo' cash
But spend that cash on security, 'cause we gon' whip ass
Music slower than a running turtle, tell you 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
gonna bomb you, worse than Osama
Get it in your head, I tried to warn ya

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

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

We gon' slap box, soon as we
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 get that, aah hold up
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