Luyện nghe bài hát Swizzzy Wright

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

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

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

Nah, and I dont think shes back neither
So you should callin and textin and take a breather
She only fuck you cause her ? beaver
Now she on, I know you seen the logo on her T-shirt

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

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

(Boy you never moved shit, you dont move bricks
Still livin wit your and your two kids
You a broke kid, a legendary
Never secondary, I grind its necessary)

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

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

Now thats a commonality we share
Im bout to take just lookin for a low fare
A few resist the to look, but most stare
You aint ball, just your bitch got no pair

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

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

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

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

(I swear my dick long like a neck
Baby try, and say she havin bad sex
I wake up, out, and then I cash checks
This rapper money got me wantin to a math tech)

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

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

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

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