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
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 Klan with us, and did some sh, I can't discuss
They was bad was yellow, they was saying can you handle us
Pull the door on the ceiling, 'cause I'm about to handle up

Showing up at the hotel, now is this chick a fan or
If she sipping that's a plus, but not that Crys' that's for us
Come to the wondering if you stripping, that's a must
a meal out of my nuts, and open up a can of suck

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

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

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

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

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

When it comes to this rap game nigga, for it brah
Your CD showing up, laughing after it's blowing up
Think I'm playing by my pistol, until I'm it over ya
Shooting off my rims, like 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 with the
And if that slab only got fo' you know, it's a wheel

'Cause I'm a 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 damn silver spoon, 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, when my change to blue
By the way my paint change to red, you would I'm claiming that too
Yeah, be banging that Whoo Kid, and be banging that Clue
But down in Texas the changer, ain't changing from Screw

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

Commercial hurt you, 'cause that's gon' get you mo' cash
But spend that cash on security, 'cause we gon' your ass
slower than a running turtle, tell you what they sip in my circle
Samuel Jackson, Whoopie Goldberg, Oprah Winfrey the color

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, 'cause gonna need it
We're gonna bomb you, than Osama
Get it in your head, nigga I tried to 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, they really hoes
But you can't hide the truth, a real nigga know
All these boys acting like, they can a stone
break these boys off, and let 'em know we got it sowed

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

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