Luyện nghe bài hát Switch Styles

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

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

Showing up at the hotel, now is chick a fan or what
If she sipping that's a plus, but not that 'cause that's for us
Come to the wondering if you stripping, that's 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 in the digital underground, like I'm Pac
Labels and they plot, they telling me sign on the dot
I cracked a platinum smile and he knew, was a sign 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 mad, 'cause I'm rewinding on chops
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 a mumble
Onlookers wonder, if I'm level headed or
Till I get to speaking bout drama, I end a sentence with uh-uh

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

Sixty inch TV screen, I could view from the side
In my you'll get lost, it's like the Bermuda Triangle
Said I'd knew be a king, so Hakim is what I named you
I told my mama thanks, now the king is I claim fool

When it comes to this rap game nigga, passionate for it
Your CD packages showing up, after it's blowing up
Think I'm by my pistol, until I'm smacking it over ya
spiders off my rims, like I got arach-a-naphobia

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

'Cause I'm a Texas tycoon, flat TV 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 leaning by
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 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 would swear I'm claiming too
Yeah, they be banging that Whoo Kid, and be that Clue
But in Texas the changer, ain't never changing from Screw

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

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

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

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

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

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

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