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 I'm tal'n 'bout, switch everything nigga

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

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

Showing up at the hotel, now is this a fan or what
If she sipping 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 that'll shock
I wreck so I get in the digital underground, like 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 sign I not

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

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

Back that I'm Israel, I'm I'm thinking Pakistani
Foreign cars no I'm up, 'cause the only gator comes after Navi
Students getting out of school, graduating they getting happy
All my got longer hair, than 'cause 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 thanks, now the king is what 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 playing by my pistol, I'm smacking it over ya
Shooting off my rims, like I got arach-a-naphobia

St. Lunatics say it's tipped, for me 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, it's missing a

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

Won't see no silver spoon, inside my mouth just my kitchen
I'm popped up the trunk up wreck, in other words 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 would swear I'm claiming too
Yeah, they be banging that Whoo Kid, and be that Clue
But down in Texas the changer, ain't never changing from

the slugs that you spittin' at me
I the slugs that you missin' at me
you and you ain't getting at me
Man the game is getting crappy
ATL with Killa Kill, Status Quo and Lil' Scrappy
I don't no throwbacks, 'cause the trend 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 turtle, tell you what they sip in my circle
Samuel Jackson, Whoopie Goldberg, Winfrey the color purple

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

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

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

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

We slap box, soon as we done
That shit was no test, let's see who gets the most to the head
I'ma slap the shit out you watch, a nigga would
Let the motherfucker me, I'm gon' smack the shit out of him
I no fucking punk, nigga you better get that, aah hold up
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