Luyện nghe bài hát Switch Styles

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

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

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

Controversy sells, I swear I spit a rhyme 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, was a sign I would not

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

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

Sixty inch TV screen, I view from the side angle
In my crib 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 mama thanks, now the king is what I claim

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

St. Lunatics say it's tipped, for me that pimp is the
While she my testicles, see the tip of my steel
you getting that scrill, pulling up on whips with 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 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 damn silver spoon, inside my mouth just my
I'm popped up the trunk up wreck, in other words we tipping
Looked in my garage, noticed a 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 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, ain't never changing from

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

Commercial hurt you, 'cause that's gon' get you mo' cash
But spend cash on security, 'cause we gon' whip your ass
Music than a running 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 one, ha-ha

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

All these boys 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 real gon' know
All these boys acting like, they can a stone
Let's these boys off, and let 'em know we got it sowed

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

We gon' slap box, as we done
shit was no test, let's 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' the shit out of him
I no fucking punk, nigga you better get that, aah hold up
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