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

Paint switching, no
We ain't teams baby, ha already
It's Color 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 nigga Killa's Klan with us, and did some sh, I can't
They was bad was yellow, they was saying can you handle us
Pull the 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 sipping that's a plus, but not that Crys' 'cause for us
Come to the wondering if you stripping, that's a must
a meal out of my nuts, and open up a can of suck

Controversy sells, I swear I spit a that'll shock
I wreck so I get respect in the digital underground, I'm Pac
Labels scheme and they plot, they telling me on the dot
I cracked a platinum smile and he knew, that was a I would not

No warrants when the 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 work inside my lap, and that I got the rocks

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

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

Sixty inch TV screen, I view from the side angle
In my crib get lost, it's 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 is what I claim fool

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

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

I'm a Texas 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, they'll be leaning by noon
And the two Brazilian beauties, come in to my lagoon

Won't see no damn spoon, inside my mouth just my kitchen
I'm popped up with the trunk up wreck, in other words we
Looked in my garage, noticed a couple cars is
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 I'm claiming that too
Yeah, they be that Whoo Kid, and be banging that Clue
But down in Texas the changer, ain't changing from Screw

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

Commercial 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 sip in my circle
Samuel Jackson, Whoopie Goldberg, Oprah the color purple

Ha-ha, that was a one
was a good 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 bomb you, worse than Osama
Get it in your head, I tried to warn ya

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

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

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