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 tal'n 'bout, everything nigga

Paint switching, no
We switching teams baby, ha already
It's Color Changin' Click, hey Mix Tape
go, let's go, let's go yeah

I was at in ATL, and they was showing Cham and sluts
My nigga Killa's with us, and did some sh, I can't discuss
They was bad was yellow, they was saying can you handle 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 Crys' 'cause for us
to the hotel wondering if you stripping, that's a must
Make a out of my nuts, and open up a can of suck

Controversy sells, I swear I a rhyme that'll shock
I wreck so I get respect in the underground, like 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 the laws pull up behind, I'ma stop
Princes cuts the size of a window, I'ma down my watch
Pussy passenger still mad, 'cause I'm on chops
Tossed his work inside my lap, and said that I got the

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

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

Sixty inch TV screen, I 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 king is what I claim

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

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

'Cause I'm a Texas tycoon, flat TV screens in my
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

Won't see no damn silver spoon, inside my just my kitchen
I'm popped up with the up wreck, in other words we tipping
Looked in my garage, noticed a couple is missing
Let me see one two three, my bad I'm

Kinda look like I'm crippling, when my paint change to
By the way my paint change to red, you would swear I'm that too
Yeah, they be banging that Whoo Kid, and be banging 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
Seen you and you getting at me
Man the is really getting crappy
ATL with Killa Kill, Quo and that Lil' Scrappy
I don't wear no throwbacks, 'cause the trend is really tacky

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

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

I told you you don't 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, I tried 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 really hoes
But you hide 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 Messiah
Mix Tape, Mi-Mix Tape, Mi-Mix Messiah
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, see who gets the most hits to the head
I'ma slap the shit out you watch, 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
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