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

Paint switching, no
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 was showing Cham and sluts
My nigga Killa's Klan with us, and did some sh, I can't
They was bad they was yellow, they was can you handle us
Pull the door knob on the ceiling, 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 if you stripping, that's a must
Make a meal out of my nuts, and open up a can of

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

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

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

Back that I'm Israel, I'm 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 of it on the Adams Family

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

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

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

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

Won't see no damn silver spoon, inside my just my kitchen
I'm popped up with the up wreck, in other 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 paint change to
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, ain't never changing from

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

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

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

We slap box, soon as we done
That shit was no test, let's see who gets the most to the head
I'ma slap the shit out you watch, wish a nigga
Let the touch 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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