Luyện nghe bài hát Switch Styles

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

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

I was at Strokers in ATL, and they was Cham and sluts
My nigga Klan with us, and did some 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 to handle up

Showing up at the hotel, now is this a fan or what
If she that's a plus, but not that Crys' '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 I spit a rhyme that'll shock
I wreck so I get respect in the digital underground, I'm Pac
scheme and they plot, they telling me sign on the dot
I cracked a smile and he knew, that was a sign I would not

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

Screens fall like rain, my trunk shaking like thunder
[Incomprehensible], my verse sound a mumble
wonder, if I'm level headed or humble
Till I get to bout 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, graduating they happy
All my hoes got longer hair, 'cause of it on the Adams Family

Sixty TV screen, I could view from the side angle
In my crib you'll get lost, it's like the Bermuda
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

When it comes to 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 it over ya
Shooting spiders off my rims, like I got

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

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

Won't see no damn silver spoon, inside my mouth 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 change to red, you would swear I'm claiming that too
Yeah, they be that Whoo Kid, and be banging that Clue
But down in Texas the changer, ain't never changing Screw

Seen the that you spittin' at me
I mean the slugs that you at me
Seen you and you ain't at me
Man the game is really crappy
ATL with Killa Kill, Status Quo and that 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, 'cause we whip your ass
slower than a running turtle, tell you what they sip in my circle
Samuel Jackson, Whoopie Goldberg, Oprah Winfrey the color

Ha-ha, that was a one
That was a one, ha-ha

I told you you don't want problems, you didn't it
Go get a bodyguard, 'cause you're need it
We're gonna bomb you, worse than
Get it in your head, I tried to warn ya

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

Mix Tape, Tape, Mi-Mix Tape Messiah
Mix Tape, Tape, Mi-Mix Tape Messiah
Mix Tape, Tape, Mi-Mix 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 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, wish a would
Let the motherfucker touch me, I'm gon' smack the out of him
I ain't no punk, nigga you better get that, aah hold up
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