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 styles man, stay styles
You know I'm 'bout, switch everything nigga

switching, no teams
We ain't 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 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, I'm about to handle up

Showing up at the hotel, now is this a fan or what
If she sipping a plus, but not that Crys' '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

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

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

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

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

inch TV screen, I could view from the side angle
In my crib you'll get lost, 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 fool

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

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

'Cause I'm a Texas tycoon, flat TV in my room
So many flakes in my paint, say I need Vidal
Fish in the fish gon' sip drank, yeah they'll be leaning by noon
And the two beauties, come in to clean my lagoon

Won't see no damn silver spoon, inside my mouth just my
I'm popped up with the trunk up wreck, in other words we
Looked in my garage, noticed a cars is missing
Let me see one two three, my bad I'm

Kinda look like I'm crippling, when my paint to blue
By the way my paint change to red, you would swear I'm claiming too
Yeah, they be that Whoo Kid, and be banging that Clue
But down in Texas the changer, ain't never from Screw

Seen the slugs that you at me
I mean the slugs 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 Lil'
I don't wear no throwbacks, 'cause the trend is really getting

Commercial hurt you, 'cause that's gon' get you mo' cash
But spend that on security, 'cause we gon' whip your ass
Music slower than a running turtle, tell you 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 you you don't want problems, you didn't believe it
Go get a bodyguard, you're gonna need it
We're gonna bomb you, worse than
Get it in your head, nigga I to warn ya

All these boys acting like, they be do'
But you can't hide the truth, a baller gon' know
All these boys like, they ain't really hoes
But you can't hide the truth, a real gon' know
All boys acting like, they can call a stone
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 Color Change
Hey we fins to do our thang, hey I'm repping Change

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