Luyện nghe bài hát Switch Styles

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

switching, no teams
We ain't teams baby, ha already
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 showing Cham and
My nigga Killa's Klan with us, and did sh, I can't discuss
They was bad they was yellow, they was 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 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 rhyme that'll
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
Princes cuts the size of a window, I'ma wind my watch
Pussy passenger mad, 'cause I'm rewinding on chops
his work inside my lap, and said that I got the rocks

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

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

Sixty inch TV screen, I could view from the angle
In my crib you'll get lost, it's like the Bermuda
Said I'd knew you'd be a king, so Hakim is I named you
I told my mama thanks, now the king is what I fool

When it comes to this rap game nigga, for it brah
Your CD packages showing up, laughing after blowing up
Think I'm by my pistol, until I'm smacking it over ya
Shooting spiders off my rims, like I got

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

I'm a Texas tycoon, flat TV screens in my room
So many flakes in my paint, say I 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 damn silver spoon, inside my mouth my kitchen
I'm popped up the trunk 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 to red, you would swear I'm claiming that too
Yeah, they be banging that Whoo Kid, and be that Clue
But down in Texas the changer, ain't never changing from

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

won't hurt you, 'cause that's gon' get you mo' cash
But spend cash on security, 'cause we gon' whip your ass
Music slower 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 good one,

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

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

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

We gon' slap box, 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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