Luyện nghe bài hát Switch Styles

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

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

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

Showing up at the hotel, now is this chick a fan or
If she sipping that's a plus, but not that Crys' 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 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 a platinum smile and he knew, that was a sign I would not

No warrants the laws pull up behind, I'ma stop
Princes cuts the size of a window, wind down my watch
Pussy passenger still mad, I'm rewinding on chops
Tossed his inside my lap, and said that I got the rocks

Screens fall like rain, while my shaking like thunder
[Incomprehensible], my verse sound a mumble
wonder, if I'm level headed or humble
Till I get to speaking drama, then I end a sentence with uh-uh

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

Sixty inch TV screen, I view from the side angle
In my crib you'll get lost, like the Bermuda Triangle
Said I'd knew you'd be a king, so is what I named you
I told my mama thanks, now the king is 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, 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 tasting my testicles, see the tip of my
Know you that scrill, pulling up on whips with the grill
And if that slab only got fo' you know, it's missing a

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

see no damn silver spoon, inside 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

look like I'm crippling, when my paint change to blue
By the way my change to red, you would 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 Screw

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

won't hurt you, 'cause that's gon' get you mo' cash
But spend that cash on security, we gon' whip your ass
Music slower than a running turtle, tell you what they sip in my
Samuel Jackson, Whoopie Goldberg, Oprah Winfrey the 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, 'cause gonna need it
We're bomb you, worse than Osama
Get it in your head, nigga I to warn ya

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

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

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