Luyện nghe bài hát Switch Styles

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

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

I was at Strokers in ATL, and they was 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 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 sipping that's a plus, but not that 'cause that's for us
to the hotel wondering if you stripping, that's a must
Make a meal out of my nuts, and up a can of suck

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

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

Screens fall like rain, while my trunk shaking thunder
[Incomprehensible], my sound like a mumble
Onlookers wonder, if I'm headed or humble
Till I get to speaking bout drama, 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 gator after Navi
Students getting out of barber school, graduating getting happy
All my hoes got longer hair, than 'cause of it on the Adams

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

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

I'm a Texas tycoon, flat TV screens in my room
So many in my paint, say I need 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 silver spoon, inside my 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 the changer, ain't never changing from Screw

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

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

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

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

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

We gon' 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 nigga
Let the motherfucker me, I'm gon' smack the shit out of him
I ain't no fucking punk, nigga you better get that, aah up
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