Luyện nghe bài hát Switch Styles

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

switching, no teams
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 they was showing and sluts
My nigga Klan with us, and did some sh, I can't discuss
was bad they was yellow, they was saying can you handle us
Pull the knob on the ceiling, 'cause I'm about to handle up

up at the hotel, now is this 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 respect in the underground, like I'm Pac
scheme and they plot, they telling me sign on the dot
I cracked a platinum smile and he knew, that was a sign I not

No when the laws pull up behind, I'ma stop
Princes cuts the size of a window, I'ma wind down my
Pussy passenger mad, 'cause I'm rewinding on chops
Tossed his inside my lap, and said 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 headed or
I get to speaking bout drama, then I end a sentence with uh-uh

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

Sixty inch TV screen, I could view the side angle
In my crib you'll get lost, it's 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 up, laughing after it's blowing up
Think I'm by my pistol, until I'm smacking it over ya
Shooting off my rims, like I got arach-a-naphobia

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 only got fo' you know, it's missing a wheel

'Cause I'm a Texas tycoon, flat TV screens in my
So flakes in my paint, say I need Vidal 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 silver spoon, inside my mouth just my kitchen
I'm popped up the trunk up wreck, in other words we tipping
Looked in my garage, 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 change to red, you would swear I'm claiming that too
Yeah, they be banging that Whoo Kid, and be banging that
But down in Texas the changer, never changing from Screw

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

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

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

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

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

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