Luyện nghe bài hát Switch Styles

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

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

I was at in ATL, and they was showing Cham and sluts
My nigga Killa's Klan 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

Showing up at the hotel, now is chick a fan or what
If she that's a plus, but not that Crys' '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 I spit a rhyme that'll shock
I wreck so I get in the digital underground, like I'm Pac
Labels scheme and they plot, they me sign on the dot
I cracked a platinum smile and he knew, was a sign I would not

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

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

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

Sixty inch TV screen, I could view 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

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

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 slab only got fo' you know, it's 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 beauties, come in to clean my lagoon

Won't see no silver spoon, inside my mouth just my kitchen
I'm popped up with the trunk up wreck, in 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, my paint change to blue
By the way my paint to red, you would swear I'm claiming that too
Yeah, they be that Whoo Kid, and be banging that Clue
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
you and you ain't getting at me
Man the game is really getting
ATL with Killa Kill, Status Quo and that 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 that cash on security, we gon' whip your ass
slower than a running turtle, tell you what they sip in my circle
Samuel Jackson, Goldberg, Oprah Winfrey the color purple

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

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

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

Mix Tape, Mi-Mix Tape, Mi-Mix 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 repping Change

We slap box, soon as we done
That shit was no test, 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 gon' the shit out of him
I ain't no fucking punk, nigga you get that, aah hold up
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