Luyện nghe bài hát Swizzzy Wright

[Intro -
Bom bom bom bom
Oh, bom bom bom
Hey, bom bom bom bom
All-right, we go

[Verse - & (Dizzy Wright)]
Yo, one, two check like a Im here
Niggas get cozy, its gon be a long
Im not by myself so dont try from the rear
I got Dizzy runnin with me, Id advise you be

(Uh, mindset racing, I got a bag
Try to it, turn your face into a punchin bag
The ladies the tats, want to lick em front to back
Fuck her once she sneakin out and I dont think she back)

Nah, and I dont think shes coming back
So you should callin and textin and take a breather
She only with you cause her ? beaver
Now she moved on, I know you seen the on her T-shirt

(Uh, high life Im ghosts on a lonely road
Dummy flow, Steve said I was Romeo
You chasing women, Im what God only knows
If you dont think we the show, then what the fuck you comin for?)

Now tell me that, huh, why you on that
Youll get screwed a driver, get your tool kit
Im schooling and Im handing out the rubric
You talkin like you got it but you havent proved shit

(Boy you aint moved shit, you dont move bricks
Still livin wit your grand-mama and two kids
You a broke confused kid, a
Never secondary, I whenever its necessary)

Man I unnecessarily talk to talk it
The rap TV or down deposit
On some different shit and ? Im awkward
Im in your bathroom on your granite faucet

(Your shit is awful boy dont try to get in touch me
flow, I two girls, one cup the beat
Smoking weed, getting high a couple freaks
That love the D, especially, cause cant nobody can fuck me)

Now thats a commonality we both
Im bout to take flight lookin for a low fare
A few resist the urge to look, but stare
You aint never ball, your bitch got no pair

(You got it boy, Barry Bond in fuckin noggin
Top Ramen p-ssy? got nothing in common
Boy stop it, I get it poppin, I a problem
You been a weirdo, you probably hang out Dennis Rodman)

Your court-side, gettin your hair-doo died
Your mama must regret not gettin her tubes tied
In a to preventing the fuckin shame
Of having a man without an asset to his name

(Uh, your rap career aint no realer then a turtle
I smoke too much, Im in a funky circle
I got the purple, you are too commercial
My lyrics murder, we do this shit, no rehearsal)

Man practice, the fuck is practice? A.I
Im insect repellent to those they stay fly
Dizzy me how to cook, now I bake pies
Stupid ass swag, like I got my brain fried

(I swear my dick long a giraffe neck
wanna try, and say she havin bad sex
I wake up, swag out, and I cash checks
This money got me wantin to enter a math tech)

You get your work check, cash it, and break to ones
Then pour em on male when you need some fun
I earn a cheque then deposit it my savings fund
Re-up on tree when Im on E and my mom a couple bucks

(Moms comfy, now find
I think Im the bomb, I keep the bomb on me
Bomb dot com, slash con, Simmons, Kennedy Don
YG, these ratchets, who be fuckin around with my time, uh)

Eh, one more (uh), last one for the homies (uh)
? a little bit of (huh?)
That means Im gettin busy I got no common shit
Im high wit Dizzy, gettin dizzy, faded off a hits

(We on the come up quick, Volume runnin shit
got me sippin slow and haters yall can suck a dick
Im Dizzy Wright and Im faded in on some other
told me aint nobody could fuck wit this)