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 man, stay switching styles
You know I'm tal'n 'bout, switch nigga

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

I was at Strokers in ATL, and was showing Cham and sluts
My nigga Killa's Klan with us, and did some sh, I discuss
They was bad they was yellow, they was can you handle us
the door knob on the ceiling, 'cause I'm about to handle up

Showing up at the hotel, now is this chick a fan or
If she that's 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 swear I spit a rhyme that'll
I wreck so I get respect in the digital underground, I'm Pac
Labels scheme and 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 pull up behind, stop
Princes cuts the size of a window, wind down my watch
Pussy passenger mad, 'cause I'm rewinding on chops
Tossed his work inside my lap, and said that I got the

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 Pakistani
Foreign cars no I'm dressing up, 'cause the only gator comes after
Students out of barber school, graduating they getting happy
All my got longer hair, than 'cause of it on the Adams Family

Sixty inch TV screen, I could from the side angle
In my crib you'll get lost, 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 I claim fool

it comes to this rap game nigga, passionate for it brah
Your CD packages 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, like I got

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, pulling up on with the grill
And if that slab only got fo' you know, it's a wheel

'Cause I'm a Texas tycoon, flat TV in my room
So many in my paint, say I need Vidal Sassoon
Fish in the tank 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 spoon, inside my mouth just my kitchen
I'm popped up with the trunk up wreck, in other we tipping
in my garage, noticed a couple cars is missing
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 swear I'm claiming that too
Yeah, they be banging that Whoo Kid, and be that Clue
But down in Texas the changer, ain't never changing from

Seen the that you spittin' at me
I mean the slugs that you at me
Seen you and you getting at me
Man the game is getting 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, 'cause gon' get you mo' cash
But spend that on security, 'cause we gon' whip your ass
Music slower than a running turtle, you what 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 told you you don't problems, you didn't believe it
Go get a bodyguard, you're gonna need it
We're gonna bomb you, worse Osama
Get it in your head, I tried to warn ya

All these boys acting like, be getting do'
But you can't hide the truth, a real baller gon'
All these boys like, they ain't really hoes
But you can't the truth, a real nigga 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 Tape
Mix Tape, Mi-Mix Tape, Tape Messiah
Mix Tape, Mi-Mix Tape, Mi-Mix 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 Change

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