Luyện nghe bài hát Switch Styles

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

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

I was at Strokers in ATL, and they was showing Cham and
My nigga Killa's Klan with us, and did some sh, I discuss
They was bad they was yellow, was saying can you handle us
the door 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 sipping that's a plus, but not that Crys' 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 that'll shock
I so I get respect in the digital underground, like 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 laws pull up behind, stop
Princes cuts the size of a window, I'ma wind my watch
Pussy passenger still mad, 'cause I'm on chops
Tossed his work inside my lap, and said I got the rocks

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

Sixty inch TV screen, I could view from the side
In my you'll 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 thanks, now the king is what I claim fool

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

St. Lunatics say it's tipped, for me pimp 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 got fo' you know, it's missing a wheel

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

Won't see no damn silver spoon, inside my mouth just my
I'm popped up with the trunk up wreck, in words we tipping
in my garage, noticed a couple 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 swear I'm claiming that 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 that you at me
Seen you and you ain't at me
Man the is really getting crappy
ATL with Killa Kill, Status Quo and that Scrappy
I don't wear no throwbacks, the trend is really getting tacky

Commercial won't hurt you, 'cause that's gon' get you mo'
But spend that on security, 'cause we gon' whip your ass
Music slower than a running turtle, tell you what sip in my circle
Samuel Jackson, Whoopie Goldberg, Oprah the color purple

Ha-ha, was a good one
was a good 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 head, nigga I tried to warn ya

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

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